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Static in Winter - Chill Flow Radio
Morning sits heavy on the blinds
Light comes in like it forgot the way
Coffee cools untouched on the side
Clock keeps talking, nothing to say
Shoes by the door still face outside
Dust on the floor where patience stayed
Every sound feels distant then
Like the air forgot how to vibrate
There's static in winter and every thought arrives half-formed
Something missing everywhere like warmth that never warms
Hands close around the cold, waiting for a signal more
Static in winter and no clear voice, just storms
Streetcars hum a borrowed tune
Faces blur past the glass
Names feel fragile, out of tune
Memories moving too fast
Photographs refuse to speak
Corners where silence leans
Breath comes shallow, then retreats
Nothing means what it means
There's static in winter and words die before they land
Echoes never quite get there, slipping through open hands
Holding on to what was near, even numbness feels planned
Static in winter and still don't understand
If a sound could bend the dark, if a signal knew the way
Would it settle in the chest, drift through again and fade
Somewhere between asleep and still, a frequency remains
Not calling out a name, just humming through the pain
There's static in winter and less resistance than before
Something stirring barely there on the quiet floor
Static in winter and no answer, no demand
Just a pulse inside the cold, trying to stand
