Ghost In The Machine

broadcast day has ended
flags are flying on the screen
fanfare fades to static
evaporates like steam
cabin’s creepy, quiet
Need some noise to fill the air
Maybe some late-night DJ
Has a little hope to spare

But the radio is no help it seems
Every song’s a ghost
Every song’s a ghost in the machine

walk down past the pylons
giants with arms stretched wide
invisible transmissions
through cables ‘cross the countryside
the wires keep on humming,
is it your favorite melody?
or just a last reminder
of a message you left for me?

Don’t know what it’s saying
But I can tell what it means
It’s just another ghost, yeah
It’s just another ghost in the machine

back home I turn the light on
close the curtains, feel a chill
voicemail’s a blinking orange beacon
on the windowsill
rewind it over and over
listening for clues in the space between
how you could slip into the static
like a ghost in the machine

how could you slip into the static
like a ghost in the machine?