I’m going to build a radio with static from the stars

And broadcast at a frequency you’ll pick up in your cars

I’m setting out on airwaves where I will feel right at home

I’m going to call it nothing because you don’t need to be known

To be known

My signal will get lost in all the white noise floating by

It drifts above the cities, invisible in the sky

And if I transmit long enough, someone will roll through the dial

And they’ll stop on some static and they’ll listen for a while

For a while

For a while

For a while

Though they’ll feel some mysterious transaction has been made

A message slipped through interference has been received some way Because thoughts don’t need to be worded for you to understand

You listen through your eyes just like you hear through your hands

(I’m feeling far away)

Through your hands

(I’m feeling far away)

Through your hands

(I’m feeling far away)

Through your hands

(I’m feeling far away)

Through your hands

(I’m feeling far away)

Through your hands

(I’m feeling far away)

Through your hands

(I’m feeling far away)

Through your hands

(I’m feeling far away)

Through your hands