You hold the dial in your hand.
Cold wind blows across the sand.
Copper wires stretch thin and high.
Gray clouds paint a heavy sky.
Turn the knob and find the glow.
Where the heavy currents flow.
Catch a signal, hold it tight.
In the middle of the night.
You lean against a wooden pole.
The humming current takes a toll.
Black pine needles on your coat.
Small white letters on a note.
Turn the knob and find the glow.
Where the heavy currents flow.
Catch a signal, hold it tight.
In the middle of the night.
Silver switches click and snap.
The forest is a velvet trap.
You hear a voice from far away.
Something that you need to say.
Turn the knob and find the glow.
Where the heavy currents flow.
Catch a signal, hold it tight.
In the middle of the night.
Your boots are wet with winter dew.
The signal comes cutting through.
A sudden spark of golden light.
Breaking through the velvet night.
The frequency is thin and lean.
The clearest sound you've ever seen.
Wait for the beat to drop and slide.
Nowhere left for you to hide.
The dial turns a final round.
You've finally found the hidden sound.
The forest edge begins to blur.
While the sleeping engines purr.
Turn the knob and find the glow.
Where the heavy currents flow.
Catch a signal, hold it tight.
In the middle of the night.
Just a signal in the pine.
Everything is doing fine.
Static in the pines.
