Let Me Speak To The Speaker

Lyrics • en

Low signal
High heart
Old batteries

Let me speak to the speaker
I got something to confess
Been walking with a rhythm
In a second-hand jacket of stress
Streetlights blink like they know me
But they never say my name
Every window is a movie
Every doorway looks the same

I had dreams in my backpack
Loose change in my soul
A cassette full of feelings
That I never could control
The world said “keep it moving”
So I moved until I cracked
Now the bassline in my chest
Keeps trying to pull me back

And I don’t need much
Just a beat and a little air
Somebody real in the room
Somebody almost there
If the night gets too loud
I’ll turn my silence up
Pour my heart in the static
And wine in a paper cup

Let me speak to the speaker
Uhhh, it’s a boombox
Carrying ghosts in stereo
Through a city full of closed shops
Let me talk to the bassline
Let me lean into the sound
If my heart goes missing
Maybe the rhythm tracks it down

Let me speak to the speaker
Let the old wires glow
There’s a song in the damage
And I think it wants to know
Why we dance when we’re lonely
Why we laugh when it hurts
Why love feels like thunder
In a second-hand shirt

I saw a man at the corner
Selling roses in the rain
Said “these flowers got stories
But they don’t explain the pain”
I said “brother, I know it”
He said “then buy two”
One for the person you miss
One for the ghost inside you

There’s a girl on a night bus
With headphones made of gold
She’s looking out the window
Like the world is getting old
There’s a kid with a skateboard
And a universe of scars
Trying to ollie over sadness
Under supermarket stars

And I don’t need answers
Just a crack in the wall
A place where the light
Still bothers to fall
If the night gets too heavy
I’ll put the beat on repeat
Let the kick drum carry
What I can’t say on the street

Let me speak to the speaker
Uhhh, it’s a boombox
Carrying ghosts in stereo
Through a city full of closed shops
Let me talk to the bassline
Let me lean into the sound
If my heart goes missing
Maybe the rhythm tracks it down

Let me speak to the speaker
Let the old wires glow
There’s a song in the damage
And I think it wants to know
Why we dance when we’re lonely
Why we laugh when it hurts
Why love feels like thunder
In a second-hand shirt

Uhhh
It’s not broken
It’s just been around
It’s got dust in the buttons
But it still makes sound

Uhhh
It’s not over
It’s just low on battery
Put your ear to the speaker
There’s a pulse inside

Maybe we are all boomboxes
Walking through the rain
Carrying old love songs
And a little bit of pain
Maybe we are all static
Trying to become clear
Maybe every lost signal
Is just someone getting near

So let me speak to the speaker
Like it owes me a reply
I got questions for the treble
I got tears for the hi-fi
I got jokes for the sidewalk
I got sins for the snare
I got love in my pocket
But I don’t know how to share

There’s a church made of neon
There’s a prayer made of smoke
There’s a man in the mirror
Still laughing at the joke
And the joke is I thought
I had to win to be free
But the boombox said “nah man
Just stay on beat with me”

Let me speak to the speaker
Uhhh, it’s a boombox
Carrying ghosts in stereo
Through a city full of closed shops
Let me talk to the bassline
Let me lean into the sound
If my heart goes missing
Maybe the rhythm tracks it down

Let me speak to the speaker
Let the old wires glow
There’s a song in the damage
And I think it wants to know
Why we dance when we’re lonely
Why we laugh when it hurts
Why love feels like thunder
In a second-hand shirt

Let me speak to the speaker
Uhhh, it’s a boombox
Old soul, cracked handle
Still shaking the block

Low signal
High heart
Ghosts in stereo
Ghosts in stereo