NYZA ORIGINALS
Wavelength
He's in a city of eight million people, scrolling through old voice notes at 2am—her laugh crackling through phone speakers in a hotel room where the walls don't know his name. Three thousand miles away, she's making coffee in their kitchen, muscle memory pouring two cups, and the second one sits untouched until it goes cold.
Lyrics
Verse 1
Two mugs in the sink, your side's still dry
I'm reading texts like they're scripture, tryna decode why
The city hums but it don't sound like home
Every stranger's got a face I almost know
Your playlist on repeat, I'm a ghost in your room
Walking through these streets like I'm walking through you
Chorus
I'm on a wavelength only you receive
Signals crossing oceans, you don't hear me breathe
I'm tuned to frequencies that don't exist here
Give me the static, baby—at least you're clear
Verse 2
Your coffee's getting cold and I'm getting cold too
Mile markers between us, but I'm still reaching you
They say home is a feeling, not a place
But I'd trade this whole city just to see your face
I'm the echo of your voice bouncing off hotel walls
You're the only signal that don't make me fall
Chorus
I'm on a wavelength only you receive
Signals crossing oceans, you don't hear me breathe
I'm tuned to frequencies that don't exist here
Give me the static, baby—at least you're clear
Bridge
So I'll stay plugged in, won't disconnect
Your distance is the only thing I won't forget
I'm homesick for a person, not a place
I'm homesick for the way you call my name
Outro
Tuned to you
Always tuned to you