Transmission (Remastered)

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 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