Static on the Coast

I found a cassette in the glovebox of the Jaguar / Coated in the dust of a summer spent in France / It’s a melody that lived in the back of a dive bar / Before we traded our luck for a temporary trance / I remember the way the brass used to swell / Like a secret we promised we’d never go tell / Now the tape is warped and the magnetic ink / Is dissolving away while I’m trying to think / The frequencies are bleeding into the blue / I’m losing the rhythm, I’m losing the view / Oh, the melodies are dying in the canyon / The ghosts of the radio are seeking a companion / I’m reaching for a chorus that went out of print / A heavy velvet feeling, a pomegranate hint / The records are warped and the singers are gone / I’m dancing to the static until the break of dawn / There was a record you bought in a shop in New York / With a scratch on the bridge where the needle would fork / We used to laugh at the skip in the second refrain / Now I’d give all I own just to feel that specific pain / But the digital world doesn’t crumble or crack / It doesn’t have the soul that we can’t get back / Just a cold bit of data, a hollowed-out shell / Of the song that we loved and we knew so damn well / When the magnetism fades... / And the plastic turns to grey... / Will you remember the tune... / Or just the way I used to stay? / It’s gone into the ether... / The songs we used to know... / Just static on the coast now...