Analog Memory Drive

Old tapes hiss like whispered truth

Every flaw still sounds like youth

No erase, no undo key

Just what was, honestly

Perfect kills the feeling

Analog memory drive

Keeps the broken parts alive

Every scratch reminds me why

I’m still here, still trying

Faded labels, crooked lines

All those imperfect designs

Time don’t polish what we were

It just makes it louder

If it hurts, it’s real

Analog memory drive

Keeps the broken parts alive

Every scratch reminds me why

I’m still here, still trying

Analog memory drive

Spinning slow against the tide

I don’t need it cleaned or new

I just need it true

Hiss… play on