cold light cracks the skyline
circuits hum a slow prayer
ghost in the antenna
flickering somewhere
signal from the outer rim
lost in translation
a frequency of broken light
a distant constellation
wake up wake up
a new dawn made of wire
wake up wake up
burn brighter than the fire
no one left to answer
only satellites and rust
I trace the fading signal
in the digital dust
signal from the outer rim
lost in translation
a frequency of broken light
a distant constellation
wake up wake up
a new dawn made of wire
wake up wake up
burn brighter than the fire
a ghost in the machine
a pulse that never dies
I reach across the static
for the echo in your eyes
wake up wake up
a new dawn made of wire
wake up wake up
burn brighter than the fire
wake up wake up
the last city standing tall
wake up wake up
we answer the call
