Kimo Sounds - Morning Static

Radio whispers through the room
Breaking softly through the blues
I hear your voice inside the noise
Like a memory without a choice
Coffee cooling by the doors
I don't feel the same anymore
The city wakes, the lights turn white and
I disappear into the morning light
Maybe we're just six
Trying to find the same frequency
Maybe all these echoes
Are still a part of me
Morning static
Under my head