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

Well I could call out when the going gets tough The things that we’ve learnt are no longer enough No language, just sound, that’s all we need know To synchronise love to the beat of the show

And we could dance

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

And this. Yes I know this. If your heart has never slammed like the drumbeat here slams, you probably won’t understand who I am. If you’ve never howled like that, out of control, you probably won’t get me. Your nerve endings, if they’ve never rattled and shuddered like the bassline, most probably you just won’t.