Transmission

Radio, live transmission
 Radio, live transmission
 Listen to the silence, let it ring on
 Eyes dark gray, 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, 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
 To synchronize 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
 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
 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
 Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance to the radio
 Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance to the radio
 Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance to the radio