Interpret:

Aiden

Album:

Some Kind Of Hate

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


Well, I could call out when the going gets tough
The things that we've learnt are no longer enough
No language, just sound, that's 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