Radio On

With the radio on

I woke up in a black spring

And summer seemed away

From the feast of love

Like a letter found one day

In the first blue moments

Of a twisted play

On a breaking up bed

With the radio on

I'm walking down the street

This means nothing to me

It could be any street

Dressed with beautuful walls

Dressed with broken words

For people drifting alone

In the city

With the radio on

We hanged down the stars

Spilled their golden dust

And now we're drifting alone

With the radio on

With the radio on

In broken weather

We're broken toys

Tripping wildly

With a broken radio

With the radio on

With the radio on.