Radio, live transmission
Radio, live transmission
Listen to the silence, let it ring on

Eyes, dark grey lenses frightened of the sun
We would have a fine time living in the night,
Left to blind destruction,
Waiting for our sight

And we would go on as though nothing was wrong
And hide from these days we remained all alone
Staying in the same place, just staying out the time
Touching from a distance,
Further all the time

Dance, dance, dance
Dance, dance, to the radio
Dance, dance, dance
Dance, dance, to the radio