Текст:
This sunlight cutting through the open fields
Can't be communicated by radio waves
And through this flashlight keyhole memory
Receive a thousand signals and can't respond
So keep your hands to yourself
And relay the message to your friends that nothing's wrong
Reverse reception on this lifeless satellite
Push this button
End the transmission
So keep your hands to yourself
In this transit station reconnection to our lives
In transit like my voice cutting through this line
It's the same old song broadcasted on the radio
Saying I'm not worth your time
End the transmission
This absence is making relations come undone
it's breaking air waves I'm losing you in the transmission
Can't be communicated by radio waves
And through this flashlight keyhole memory
Receive a thousand signals and can't respond
So keep your hands to yourself
And relay the message to your friends that nothing's wrong
Reverse reception on this lifeless satellite
Push this button
End the transmission
So keep your hands to yourself
In this transit station reconnection to our lives
In transit like my voice cutting through this line
It's the same old song broadcasted on the radio
Saying I'm not worth your time
End the transmission
This absence is making relations come undone
it's breaking air waves I'm losing you in the transmission
