Radio Silence - Harvey Danger

Let it sing, let it cry

And roll out the carpets

No such thing, you mustn’t pry

All hail to another confession

And it’s losing me

Where have all the merrymakers gone?

Where have all the merrymakers gone?

Some people will surprise you with a real depth of feeling

And others still may shock, shock, shock you with all that they’re revealing

But one thing’s sure: there’s always more information than you ask for

Ask for this

Just enough knowledge to know I don’t know anything

Anything, anything

I don’t know

Nobody likes what I like

That’s how I like it

Some things are personal, at least they should be

Or is it too much, much to ask you just to maintain a little

Maintain a little

Maintain a little

Maintain a little

Maintain a little

Maintain a little

Take the cynical saint to the stake and you burn it

It’s radio, it’s radio silence, silence

It’s radio, it’s radio silence, silence

It’s radio, it’s radio, radio silence

It’s radio, it’s radio, radio silence

It’s radio, it’s radio, radio silence

It’s radio, it’s radio, radio silence