Orbit Deep Waters x Between Signals (Mashup)

Orbit Deep Waters x Between Signals (Mashup)

Orbit Deep Waters x Between Signals

Underneath the frost of white, feet stamping frozen ground,
Same alarm, same ceiling, same gray scraping glass,
Your hand becomes the mooring, the one steady sound,
Same coffee cooling on the counter — let it pass.

Moving through the empty rooms, my steps fall into line,
I run the whole performance like a late-arriving fool,
In the center of the dark, your shadow merges into mine,
Covering for all of it, I deliver by your rule.

Your love hits like a rising tide,
Nowhere left for me to hide,
Every heavy rolling swell,
You catch me where I fell.

Somewhere between the signals, somewhere in the dead air,
Lost the frequency I ran on, couldn’t find it anywhere,
Living in the in-between, can’t locate myself out there,
Tuned to every station but my own…

Deep water, pulling strong,
Dragging me to where I belong,
Every wave a heavy motion,
Lost inside this open ocean.

Pull the same shirt off the same hook,
Run the same route in the same time,
Someone asks how I’m doing — I’m doing fine,
But your tide pulls under every line.

Dinner at the counter, same show I’ve half-watched twice,
Something funny happens and I wait to feel it land,
This drift, this flat reception, this almost-present life,
Till your shadow slips in softly and takes my hand.

I used to know the border between living and performing,
Been performing being fine for too consistent a stretch,
Low-grade simulation of a man trapped in his morning,
Till your rising tide hit everything it met.

Deep water, pulling strong,
Dragging me to where I belong,
Every wave a heavy motion,
Lost inside this open ocean.

Somewhere between the signals, somewhere in the dead air,
Found the frequency I lost on, running on your wavelength there,
Finally inside the clear zone, can’t remember my despair,
Tuned at last to you and me.