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male voice
Moonlight spills on your fathers old vinyl
The needle traces grooves of 69 July
We slow-danced where the jukebox wept neon
Your laughter pressed between chorus lines
Telephone wires hum yesterdays promises
Faded postcards still smell of seaside salt
That summer dress with sunburnt shoulders
Now hangs in the museum of almost
Times a jukebox swallowing quarters
Every spin plays our fractured score
The B-sides static grows louder louder
Than the love we swore forevermore
Oh my darling lets rewrite the refrain
Where the bridge never leads to goodbye
Well be two shadows in a Motown frame
Drowning in honeyed light of analog lies
The diners neon still bleeds through decades
Coffee rings map constellations on napkins
Our names etched in the chrome of a Chevy
Now rusting under digital rain
Oh my darling the tapes wearing thin
But the melody clings to my bones
Well waltz through the crackles and hiss
Till the record stops and the silence grows home
The turntable keeps spinning empty rotations
Holding the shape of what we used to be
In the space between track 3 and 4
Theres a ghost note still singing of you &me