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Radio silence

Radio silence

It suddenly feels like a new year,
Like I’m a million miles away from here.
I can see some kind of light here,
Although I can’t name it.

I want to talk about moonlight,
I want to talk about the wild child, you know,
That real wild one, dancing alone
In the middle of the whirlpool.

Spinning tales about silence,
About radio silence,
About some kind of asylum
In the middle of an empty field full of danger.

It’s strange I don’t feel like I’m a stranger;
I feel like I belong here,
I feel like I’ve been waiting for a long time,
And now I can tell you some stories,

Stories about the madmen,
Stories about the dream-child,

You know, that real wild one,
Who dance alone
In the middle of the whirlpool.
And I can tell you about silence,
About radio silence,
About some kind of asylum
In the middle of an empty field full of danger.

If you want it…