A fragile, desperate hope crackles through the speaker with this track, capturing the moment a survivor stops listening to the news and starts listening for a ghost. Delphine portrays the radio not as a tool for information, but as a medium for a séance, searching for a “signal that stole the glow” from the surrounding wasteland.
The Copper Line Confession
The lyrics dwell on the physical decay of communication—cracked wires, bleeding copper lines, and “voltlight” that shakes with the effort of staying connected. Delphine focuses on the intimate details of a life interrupted: a split mirror, a folded blanket, and a name written in the fog of a windowpane. It’s a song about the refusal to accept silence, where every “pulse off the silo wall” is interpreted as a personal message.
Wound to the Code
There’s a rhythmic, almost obsessive quality to the way she describes being “tuned to the tremor” and “wound to the code.” In the world of Sector 9, where “rails don’t hum,” the only thing left to follow is the “hiss” of the background radiation. Delphine turns the act of loading a tone into a ritual of belonging, promising that even if the voice is just a bounce off the steel, she will be there to answer. It is a haunting affirmation that in the static, no one is truly alone.
I HEARD YOU IN THE HISS
by: Delphine
I heard you in the hiss, love
Buried deep beneath the snow
The wires cracked, the static kissed
And still your signal stole the glow
You spoke of ash and folded cloth
Of rails half-sunk and stories slow
I tuned the dial, I held my breath
But you faded like the warmth in snow
So talk to me slow through the dust and the dark
Where the rails don’t hum and the circuits spark
I’m tuned to your whisper, I’m wound to your code
If you’re lost, love — just load the tone
I’ll be listening still through the hiss
You said the mirror split in two
That something watched you from the shelf
The carving gone, the blanket folded
The kind of care you save for self
I wrote your name inside the fog
I pressed my hand to faded glass
And waited there beside the pump
Just hoping you’d come back at last
So talk to me low, let the copper line bleed
Let the voltlight shake, let the silence plead
I’m tuned to the tremor, I’m caught in the thread
If the wires hold, if the voice isn’t dead
I’ll be waiting right here through the hiss
Maybe it was just a bounce
A pulse off the silo wall
But you called
I know you called
So talk to me slow through the dust and the dark
Where the rails don’t hum and the circuits spark
I’m tuned to your whisper, I’m wound to your code
If you’re lost, love — just load the tone
You’re not alone in the hiss