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.