Every Frequency

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Verse 1

Her hands were always busy with the radio

Flipping through the stations by the kitchen sink

I only listened when the signal started going out

She kept the static station just for me I think

Pre-Chorus

We moved her records out in cardboard crates

I found the one she played on the day that I was born

She never told me what it meant to hold on to that

She just said you'll understand it more when you've worn the years

Chorus

I keep turning up the dial

Chasing down the sound that used to fill the house

I keep turning up the dial

Every frequency is her

Every frequency is her

Verse 2

She never sang out loud but hummed the melodies

The ones that slipped between the cough and the repair

I caught her once in April rewinding a tape

She smiled and put it back in its worn-out holder there

Pre-Chorus

The keys she kept on hooks by the back door

I finally held them last Tuesday in my palm

She wrote her name in every margin of the map

But never once wrote down the things that kept her calm

Chorus

I keep turning up the dial

Chasing down the sound that used to fill the house

I keep turning up the dial

Every frequency is her

Every frequency is her

Bridge

Last December I found her notebook

Under plant pots in the sunroom light

Every page was chords and half-finished letters

She wrote them out but never said them right

Instrumental Journey

Final Chorus

I keep turning up the dial

Chasing down the sound that's still inside the house

I keep turning up the dial

Every frequency is her

Every frequency was her music all along

Every frequency in her

Outro

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