Can you feel it?
It starts at the base of the neck, a subtle little wreck
A check on the pulse when the rhythm and my soul connects
It’s a physical ghost, a cold shiver that I love the most
Moving from the speakers to my spine like a power post
I’m talkin’ skin bubbling up, hair standing on end
Like the air in the room just became my only friend
It’s a sudden rush of blood
A flood in the chest cavity
A heavy weight of sound that’s defying the very gravity
No big words for it
Just a spark in the dark
A sharp little mark that leaves a dent in the heart
It’s the peak of the song where the melody goes wrong
Then resolves so right
That you finally feel you belong
Can you feel it?
Right there
Under the skin
I’m shivering in the heat
Watching my ghost retreat
The shiver tells the truth It’s the only proof
That I’m still here
In the atmosphere
The skin begins to crawl
Between my speaker and this wall
A low-voltage ache
That I can’t fake
It’s the best feeling in the world
Right there inside of me
Under the surface
It’s a sudden chill
Making the room go still
Forcing the blood to the bone
I’m just like a wire
Caught in the choir
A piece of the sum
Just me
And the hum
I look at people on the street and I feel a bit of pity
Walking through the noise of a gray and hollow city
They hear the same song but they don’t feel the same sting
To them it’s just a noise, just a flat and hollow thing
How do you live like that?
Just numb to the frequency?
Missing out on every single hidden bit of decency?
I’m a ghost in the shell, yeah
I’m lonely and I’m drifting
But at least I get the lift when the arrangement starts shifting
I’d rather feel this ache and the chill that it brings
Than be a stone statue that never hears when it sings
Poor souls in the silence, never catching the wave
Taking all that potential to a quiet little grave
I feel for you
I feel everything
Truly
I’m shivering in the heat
Watching my ghost retreat
The shiver tells the truth
It’s the only proof
That I’m still here In the atmosphere
The skin begins to crawl
Between my speaker and this wall
A low-voltage ache
That I can’t fake
The needle’s in the red
It’s all inside my head
And my skin is turning cold
When the melodie hits gold
And my soul begins to flee
My Body
Let it take me
So I sit at my desk while the signal gets weaker
A servant of the shiver, a slave to the speaker
The only way I know that I’m actually alive
Is when the frequency hits and the goosebumps arrive
It’s a lonely but comfy in my home built of sound
But at least I’m not buried while I’m still on the ground
Yet the silence is coming
The track has to end
And I’m back to the thoughts that I’ve learned to defend
Yeah
If the music stops now and the skin goes flat
Am I still here
Or still trapped in that track?
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