The radio mumbles in the background
We choose our bandwidth
And cover our ears
Do you remember the past
She asks
I feel her breath on my face
I am not ready to say
I promised to bury it
Walk away and wonder
Just like the last time
I am sorry
She says
I take her hand
No need to apologise
Little cricket
We turn the dial
Try and make the sound clearer
With each twist there is total sound
We don't know what result
We will find
It is all just noise
Talking or music
Static or silence
We sink into the day
Get swept along
In the bandwidth.
