I sit beneath the attic pane
I watch the silver summer rain
My copper wires catch the heat
Above the humming city street
I feel the morning sun arrive
The heavy voltage comes alive
I spin the dial to find the beat
While golden light makes air taste sweet
Catch the signal in the glare
Cutting through the heavy air
Hold the frequency so tight
Turning static into light
A thousand voices drift and glide
With nowhere left for them to hide
I translate every distant sound
While keeping both my antennas ground
Catch the signal in the glare
Cutting through the heavy air
Hold the frequency so tight
Turning static into light
The fuzz is thick and loud and wide
A crashing ocean tide inside
I push the gain until it screams
Tearing open all the seams
The glass is warm against my skin
I let the outside world rush in
A snapshot of a humming wire
The attic glow is like a fire
I track the ships across the sea
The only thing that sets me free
I lock the wave and hold the line
The morning glow is finally mine
Catch the signal in the glare
Cutting through the heavy air
Hold the frequency so tight
Turning static into light
Turning static into light
Golden static in the light