Radio, live transmission
Radio, live transmission
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
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance
To the radio
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance
To the radio
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance
To the radio
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance
To the radio well I could call out when
The going gets tough
The things that weve learnt
Are no longer enough
No language, just sound, thats
All we need know, to synchronise
Love to the beat of the show
And we could dance
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance
To the radio
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance
To the radio
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance
To the radio
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance
To the radio

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Writer(s): Bernard Sumner, Ian Kevin Curtis, Peter Hook, Stephen Paul David Morris