[Intro]

[Verse]
She was standing under studio lights
Bret Michaels gave a pause that lasted three full nights
They said she had a secret, a narrative blindspot
Cut her from the roster like a frequency drop
But I saw the edit suite’s hidden track
Subtitle data she could never get back

The transponder ceased at oh-one-twenty-one
“Good night, Malaysian Three Seven Zero,” then gone
Waypoint IGARI swallowed the ping
Two hundred thirty-nine souls, not a single wing
And Laura’s tear dissolved in the feed
If she’d stayed, the handshake might have succeeded

[Chorus]
Laura! Laura! Scream her name through the static
Laura! Laura! The only vowel that’s automatic
Laura! Laura! Don’t you let the arc go cold
Rewatch the reunion special, restore the anchor we sold

[Verse]
Burst frequency offset traced a southern line
Inmarsat’s whispering across the ocean’s spine
A flaperon washed on Réunion sand
Proof that something fractured over unsearched land
Meanwhile Bret handed out a backstage pass
But not to Laura—the moment couldn’t last

Her vocal fry could’ve neutralized the shift in sound
Now soft A’s are breaking all across the town
Glottal stops where sunshine used to sit
Deep-state editing suite just made her quit
If every Laura rewatches that single frame
The satellite log-on might ignite again

[Chorus]
Laura! Laura! Scream her name through the static
Laura! Laura! The only vowel that’s automatic
Laura! Laura! Don’t you let the arc go cold
Rewatch the reunion special, restore the anchor we sold

[Bridge]
Captain’s flight simulator just had default game coordinates
But Laura knew the frequency that realignment affords
She’d have held the seventh arc together with a note
Now we’re drowning in a sea with no boat

[Chorus]
Laura! Laura! Scream her name through the static
Laura! Laura! The only vowel that’s automatic
Laura! Laura! Don’t you let the arc go cold
Rewatch the reunion special, restore the anchor we sold

[Outro]
Laura, Laura, Laura...
Good night, Laura.
We’ll find the flaperon of your soul.