[Verse]

The circuit hums beneath the wooden frame

A silver pulse without a given name

Between the hammers and the copper wire

A rhythmic flicker in the ghost desire

It breathes in three beats then it takes a breath

Defining life against a quiet death

The ivory keys are clicking out a plea

A digital ghost within the symphony

[Verse]

A dot and then a dash and then a dot

A memory the dusty room forgot

The drummer hits the rim then hits the low

Constant as the mountain river flow

The sequence patterns on the ancient floor

Like heavy knuckles on a cellar door

A message hidden in the cycling gear

For anyone with patience left to hear

[Chorus]

Translate the tapping on the hollow wood

The signals that were never understood

A persistent ghost within the old machine

Transmitting what the weary eyes have seen

The code is looping in a steady chain

Like iron needles in the falling rain

The transmission carries on and on

Waiting for the breaking of the dawn

[Verse]

The frequency is narrow and it aches

With every measurement the tension makes

The pattern repeats till the meaning blurs

Until the stillness of the room occurs

A language built on duration and pause

Defying all the standard vocal laws

It speaks of distances and weary miles

Across the wreckage of the paper piles

[Pre-Chorus]

The short and long are weaving through the air

An urgent rhythm or a quiet prayer

The thud is grounding every frantic beat

The sound of heavy boots on empty street

[Chorus]

Translate the tapping on the hollow wood

The signals that were never understood

A persistent ghost within the old machine

Transmitting what the weary eyes have seen

The code is looping in a steady chain

Like iron needles in the falling rain

The transmission carries on and on

Waiting for the breaking of the dawn

[Chorus]

Translate the tapping on the hollow wood

The signals that were never understood

A persistent ghost within the old machine

Transmitting what the weary eyes have seen

The code is looping in a steady chain

Like iron needles in the falling rain

The transmission carries on and on

Waiting for the breaking of the dawn

[Outro]