quarta-feira, fevereiro 06, 2002

Transmission

Radio -- live transmission --
radio -- live transmission --
Listen to the silence, let it ring on
Eyes dark, relentless, frightened of the sun
We would have a fine time living in the night
Be left a blind destruction,
Waiting for our sight
We would go on as though nothing was
wrong
Hide from these days to remain all alone
Staying in the same place,
just staring at the tide
Touching from a distance, further all the time

Dance, dance, dance, dance,
dance to the radio (4)
Well I could call out when the going
gets tough
The things we've learned are no longer
enough
No language, just sound is all
we need know
To synchronise love to the beat
of the show
And we could dance -- dance, dance,
dance, dance, to the radio (4)

Joy Division