4AM Static
About this track
A lo-fi dream pop transmission defined by muted percussion, drifting analog synths, and the warmth of vintage tape hiss. Designed for the in-between moments where memory and static become one. --- The shadows stretch across the floor, A version of me I’m not anymore, The streetlights hum a low-frequency, Blurring the lines of my memory, It’s 4:00 AM and the walls are blue, Everything reminds me of a version of you. [Chorus] And it’s all just a dream in the static, Floating through the cinematic, Lavender haze and a slow-motion heart, Watching the world fall quietly apart, Yeah, it’s all just a dream... Grainy film on a summer night, Fading out in the morning light, I kept the echoes under my bed, The things we did and the things we said, The cassette is tangled, the sound is slow, Nowhere to be and nowhere to go. [Chorus] And it’s all just a dream in the static, Floating through the cinematic, Lavender haze and a slow-motion heart, Watching the world fall quietly apart. Hold on to the blur... Don't let it clear... It’s warmer when you’re not quite here... In the static... In the in-between...