Transmission

Radio, live transmission
Radio, live transmission

Listen to the silence, let it ring on
Eyes, dark grey lenses frightened of the sun
We would make a fine pair living in the night
Left to blind destruction - take away our sight

And we would go on as though nothing was wrong
And hide from the days to remain all alone
Stay in the same place, staring all 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
And we could make contact if we trust our luck
No language, just sound, is all that I 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