Extinct Music

With a pop, the needle hit a skip
And a song snippet looped into a Möbius strip
And it's perfect wallpaper
For the sirens and the silences
In the lead trajectory of you and me

'Cause my head is thick
My head is thick
With the strains of extinct music

The waves rise and break
The sound of my mistakes
Dirty little rhythms
That never wash away
They can hold me down
But I can't drown
These dead sounds

'Cause my head is thick
My head is thick
With the strains of extinct music

At the bottom, oysters turn
Grains of sand into pretty pearls
They're making sounds I'll never know
And never forget

'Cause my head is thick
My head is thick
With the strains of extinct music
My head is thick
With the strains of extinct music