Radio

Don't go around playing with my head again Watch what you said, go back to bed I feel so tired and so old these days There's nothing to do or say, nowhere to hide and play Turn up the noise, get in the flow Turn up the sound on the radio We've got a lot of nowhere to go Listen to what's on the radio I hate the beat, who am I to judge Let yourself go to the sugar rush Of the radio, of the radio I looped my days for several years before I found the cure, I get so bored But mandated loneliness brought back the beast I fell asleep, I need release Turn up the noise, get in the flow Turn up the sound on the radio We've got a lot of nowhere to go Listen to what's on the radio I hate the beat, who am I to judge Let yourself go to the sugar rush Of the radio, of the radio I know that we're saving ourselves, but I cannot see a way out I need some comfort now The hours fall into the days, the seconds come crashing away There's one thing to save me Turn up the noise, get in the flow Turn up the sound on the radio We've got a lot of nowhere to go Listen to what's on the radio I hate the beat, who am I to judge Let yourself go to the sugar rush Of the radio, of the radio