Transmission by Innerpartysystem
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
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