Transmission (Innerpartysystem)

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 Radio, live transmission And we could dance. I could call out when the going gets tough The things that we've learned are no longer enough No language, just sound, that's all we need now To synchronize love to the beat of the show, Radio, live transmission Dance to the radio.