I'm living on a frequency I can't adjust
Lost inside the signal and the gathering rust.
The cityscape is neon, but the feeling is grey,
I sent a thousand messages you never could play.
We’re all just binary ghosts in a fibre-optic maze,
Scrolling through the future in a digital haze.

And the world outside is telling me it’s too late to mend,
That the current’s gonna break before the wire can bend.
My hands are shaking, trying to hold the broken line,
But I swear I heard a whisper on a satellite sign...

Oh, don’t tell me that the signal’s dead!
We are the echoes in the silence instead!
We are the pulse beneath the pavement and stone,
We are the voices that refuse to be alone!
Find the light in the wire, find the hope in the dark,
Before the world rips our Binary Heart apart!

I watch the rain hit the window, it runs like bad code,
Another day of carrying this heavy, endless load.
We built our kingdoms high, then we shut out the sound,
Tried to reach for heaven but we only touched the ground.

And the world outside is telling me it’s too late to mend,
That the current’s gonna break before the wire can bend.
My hands are shaking, trying to hold the broken line,
But I swear I heard a whisper on a satellite sign...

Oh, don’t tell me that the signal’s dead!
We are the echoes in the silence instead!
We are the pulse beneath the pavement and stone,
We are the voices that refuse to be alone!
Find the light in the wire, find the hope in the dark,
Before the world rips our Binary Heart apart!

If I could trace your coordinates back to the start,
If I could tear down the fire that’s keeping us apart,
Would you still remember the colour of the sun?
Would you still believe the war could be won?

Oh, don’t tell me that the signal’s dead!
We are the echoes in the silence instead!
We are the pulse beneath the pavement and stone,
We are the voices that refuse to be alone!
Find the light in the wire, find the hope in the dark,
Before the world rips our Binary Heart apart!


The Binary Heart

Harald Hamers