Tytuł: Broken Radio

• Wykonawca: Pistol Grip
• Wyświetleń: 323

Nothing else matters I've got nothing left to lose
  I look to those that will always get me through
  A needle on the vinyl will always take me back in time
  Despair leaves my body I don't wanna die
  
  Many have gone can you remember any song
  Those who have passed their passion lives on
  A voice of reason injected into my soul
  A clash of guitars keeps me safe from the cold
  
  Static in the air
  at the frequencies end
  Static in the air
  When the volume's at ten
  Static in the air
  I'll never be gone
  Static in the air
  But the band plays on
  
  Ecstatic when the sky turns gray
  On a broken radio I still hear the bands play
  
  Saturated memories begin to take me back in time
  Can you hear the voices resound in your mind
  They're calling my name and now I'm being sucked back in
  The world could end now I'll be left with a grin
  Feel the spinning record slicing through you like a knife
  Bask in the ruins that used to be your life
  Can you hear me yelling I stare into the face of pain
  The static gets louder through the thunder and the rain