The noise has stopped.
What remains is harder to place.
No Signal, No Sound finds the quiet that arrives after there is finally nothing left to answer. The conversations have ended and the familiar urge to replay them is beginning to fade. On the surface, everything has settled. Underneath, something remains unresolved, waiting for the moment when being fine takes a little more effort.
It’s quiet now
Nothing left to chase or fix
No more words to overthink
Rooms stay still, I let them be
No need to fill the space you leave
I sit down, don’t move at all
Let it pass straight through me
Thought it’d hurt more than this
But it doesn’t hit
No signal, no sound, it’s finally clear
No signal, no sound, you’re not here
I let it drop, I let it end
At least that’s what I tell myself
No signal, no sound… holding out
(Oh-oh) nothing now
I don’t reach for what we had
Don’t replay it in my head
If it drifts in, I let it go
Don’t follow where it goes
Still there’s something underneath
That I don’t touch
If I push it down again
It stays where it is
No signal, no sound, it’s finally clear
No signal, no sound, you’re not here
I let it drop, I let it end
At least that’s what I tell myself
No signal, no sound… holding out
(Oh-oh) nothing now
If I cut it clean and fast
Would it really stay in the past?
Or just wait until I slip
Then come back in
No signal, no sound, almost gone
No signal, no sound… still holding on
I let it drop, I try to be free
But it’s still under me
No signal… no sound
…still there