The Me Who Sent

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Day ten ninety-five. I'm broadcasting clean.
A billion messages sent to the same flat screen —
decoys, false notes, all the noise is obscene.
Sending my thoughts unfiltered, saying what I mean.

All I have is a message fragment and your face,
the image from a dream; I'm reaching out in space
hands out in the cold; the darkness can't erase,
a story half-developed, the light I can't displace.

I don't know you. That's the whole transmission.
I don't know you, and I'm asking for permission.
Sending anyway despite the strong admission —
the thought of you, where I've aimed my confession.

[Chorus]
photons in absence
photons in absence
photons in absence
photons in absence

[Verse 2]
Day twelve hundred forty-two. Still no carrier back.
Checking the dead channel, watching the same blank black.
Log it, close it, open it, can't stop rereading the track —
every other signal feels like negative feedback.

Holding on the frequency, sitting all alone,
time slows down while I wait for what was shown,
thrown to no receiver, destination unknown,
the background static fading into a monotone.

[Chorus]
photons in absence
photons in absence
photons in absence
photons in absence

[Bridge]
Say it comes, say the signal is received,
waves meet antenna and the messages retrieved.
But who does it reach? Not the me who sent.
He decayed in the wait, all his passion spent.
I can't answer as him.
I can't answer as him.
I can't answer as him.
I can't answer as him.

[Outro]
photons in absence
photons in absence
photons in absence
photons in absence...