Lyrics

Kettle on,
Old show on,
Walls breathe low and blue;
Cup in hand,
Light too warm,
Static dancing in the room.

Needle drops,
Dust and sparks,
You keep time on my knee;
Crooked smile,
Paper-thin,
Still, it feels like luxury.

Under the hiss,
We don’t miss a word;
La-la-la,
Sing it like we heard.
Under the hiss,
Life sounds like this;
Out of tune,
Out of time,
But it’s perfect under the hiss.

Neighbours talk,
Traffic sighs,
Leaking through the door;
Every sound
Falls in line,
Like it’s been here before.

Under the hiss,
We don’t miss a word;
La-la-la,
Sing it like we heard.
Under the hiss,
Life sounds like this;
Out of tune,
Out of time,
But it’s perfect under the hiss.

You take the high (hey!),
I’ll stay low (oh);
Blur the edges
Till we don’t know.
Wrong lines,
Right hearts,
Both slightly off-key;
Every little crackle
Keeps you close to me.

Under the hiss,
We don’t miss a word;
La-la-la,
Sing it like we heard.
Under the hiss,
Life sounds like this;
Out of tune,
Out of time,
But it’s perfect under the hiss.

La-la-la,
Hold it still,
Let it drift.
La-la-la,
Perfect under the hiss.