Verse 1
Neon rain on the cracked concrete,
Heartbeat echo where the ghosts all meet.
Found my name on a cigarette pack,
Half burned words that don’t look back.
TV snow in my rearview mind,
Silhouettes dance where the wires unwind.
Cheap perfume in the dead of night,
Truth leaks slow from the exit light.

Chorus
Static in my head, I can’t tune out,
Drifting through the hum, what’s it all about?
Velvet decay on a beat so slow,
Sink through the sound, let the fever grow.

Verse 2
Lipstick stains on a payphone line,
I called myself, but I missed my sign.
Plastic halo on a downtown saint,
He’s selling dreams with a coat of paint.
Cold coffee in a paper cup,
Every lie tastes sweet enough.
Loop that thought ‘til it fades away,
Rewind the night, then hit replay.

Chorus
Static in my head, I can’t tune out,
Drifting through the hum, what’s it all about?
Velvet decay on a beat so slow,
Sink through the sound, let the fever grow.

 
Mirror talk in a dim room,
Echoes bloom like cheap perfume.
The world spins soft, off time, off key,
And I fade like film from a dying TV.

Outro
I’m just dust in the speaker’s breath,
Low-end pulse, sweet scent of death.
If you find my name in the static flow,
Turn it up loud, then let me go.

Static in my head

first light collective are a 3-piece electronic music act blending atmospheric trip-hop, cinematic electronica, and deep dance rhythms into an evocative sonic experience. Their sound fuses lush synth textures, rolling basslines, and hypnotic beats with soulful vocal layers — creating immersive soundscapes that move between downtempo introspection and club-ready energy.