Sound Travels From The Snow To The Dark

Radio, its in the air, its in the sky, its in the portrait 
of your bluebone pie. And when you cry, it hears you cry, 
lullabies and la la la la la la la. It's in your home. The 
one in Rome. it moves in waves and makes broom sounds from 
lovely caves. Its in your hand; a lovely band; a friends 
that's canned, and hears your sobs from where it can.

Radio, it knows your heart and makes a song and sings its 
static upon your teeth. And in your car, you feel its love.
 Its all a best friend could ever have. And from the sky 
and when it snows the waves will fall and fall around your 
lovely skin. And from your car you drive around; and in the
 dark you see its blue light turn on and on. Radio sings a 
bloody lullaby. Radio sing a lovely whoo a whoo a whoo.

Radio, became a skull; a torrid pitch; a night of rot and 
burning hiss. And when you lie, and miss the sky; and 
through your roof comes the hidden signal of things gone 
wrong. So hide in trees and find the breeze and drink your 
water for la la la la la la la, Cause' Radio sleeps its run
 by creeps it clickes and beeps it sings the tunes of 
crooks and cheats.

Radio, it knew your heart. It made a song, and sang its 
static upon your teeth. And in your car, you felts its 
love. It's all a best friend could have had. And from the 
sky and when it snowed, the waves would fall and fall
around your lovely skin. And from your car you drove around
 and in the dark you saw its blue light turn on and on. 
Radio sang a bloody lullaby. Radio sang a whoo a whoo a 
whoo.