Flood the house, swim through the hallways
speak without saying anything.
Tear the windows off of their hinges
I think we need some light and space.
Take out the trash to clear your mind
while I think of something not yet said.
We live in a radio shadow
fortune falls to the floor
we may have spoken yesterday
but don't remember the words
In the darkness of the chaste night
you give me reason and I give you fight
Looks like we haven't swept in weeks
your eyes are concave. Don't ever look at me
live in a radio shadow
fortune falls to the floor
we may have spoken yesterday
don't know me anymore
can't say what I
want to say
so tell me
what you want to hear
live in a radio shadow
fortune falls to the floor
we may have spoken yesterday
but you don't know me anymore
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