Track Insight / Lyrics
I hit delete on my phone, a click cracks the silence.
The voicemail icon flickers, a neon bus stopping in a blur.
I frame the screen like a
snapshot light bounces off my lenses
Each record leaves a ripple, like a cello drone humming in a dusty hall.
The messages stack, numbers rise, I count them like train tickets.
I press delete, the old voice echoes faintly, a quiet city bus repeat.
I watch the bar shrink a
bright verb flicks delete erase vanish
I feel the room reverberate, a soft click ricocheting against the walls.
[Pre-
Do you hear the click It's
a snapshot of the day slipping away
I see your face in the static
a bright flash in a dim station
We walk beside the bus stop, shadows stretch, the remote your only guide.
Our voices blend into the cello drone, a single note holding the room.
Deleting one by one, I let the voicemails fade like a bus moving.
We keep the camera in our pocket, bright verbs in motion.
The echoes glint, but the silence stays, quiet as a cello drone.
We found our own stop, the rhythm of our own snapshot.
