[Verse 1] We’re sanding down the edges of the 1994 rain Polishing the rust until it looks like gold-leaf grain I remember the basement, the smell of damp concrete But the playlist says the summer was quite the little treat We’ve built a cathedral out of low-fidelity hums Waiting for a feeling that never actually comes [Chorus] Oh, it’s the gilded static, the rose-tinted noise We’re playing with the ghosts of our battery-operated toys The past is a movie with the boring parts cut A Technicolor door that we’re keeping tightly shut It wasn’t this bright, it wasn’t this loud We’re just painting silver linings on a very average cloud (solo) [Verse 2] The sitcom laughter tracks a loneliness we’ve shelved Into the 16-bit oceans where we’ve learned to drown ourselves We trade our actual Sundays for a curated Saturday Washing the grit and the boredom and the laundry away The synth-pop is a bandage on a wound that never healed A glossy top-coat on a truth we’ve finally concealed [Bridge] It’s a photocopy of a photocopy of a dream Losing resolution at the digital seam We weren't dancing in the kitchen, we were staring at the wall But the reboot makes it look like we were having such a ball [Chorus] Oh, it’s the gilded static, the rose-tinted noise We’re playing with the ghosts of our battery-operated toys The past is a movie with the boring parts cut A Technicolor door that we’re keeping tightly shut It wasn’t this bright, it wasn’t this loud We’re just painting silver linings on a very average cloud [Outro] Just a broadcast Just a signal in the dark The tracking is off The colors are bleeding It was never this fun It was never this fun