Frequency - Tadpole

The air up there is crowded crazy static in the sky
With multitudes of voices flying swifter than the eye 
Could ever see to speak, catch them up and reason with the din
And now at night when I¹m trying to sleep my head is caving inŠ

Give me your frequency
Right where I want to be

It¹s strange to feel resistance this compression of the air 
The sounds that fill the silence are now floating everywhere 
And I can¹t disconnect from this effect, the level¹s much too high 
And now at night when I¹m trying to sleep my head is caving in. 

It¹s automatic with you