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Signals Over The Air
Thursday
This is what you see when you look in my direction; incandescent corsets draw eyes tight like wires.
This is how it feels, calling out but noone even hears, the signal that we send over the air.
When you say my name, I want to split it from your lips and hide like whispers in the rain.
When you say my name, I want to stop it in your lungs and collect all of your blood to put in the radio.
Is this how it feels when you don't even fit into your own skin?
And it's getting tighter, every day I'm getting smaller.
If I keep holding my breath I'm going to dissapear, theres nowhere to hide.
They stole the love from our lives and put the sex on the radio.
If I keep holding my breath, all of this will fade away.
If you keep driving we'll be lying in the wreck.
Changing the shape, folding like an envelope to keep each other in.
Shattered glass, broken locks and mascara gets washed away by windshield wiper blades.
That's where we hide the love and lies and sex on the readio.
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תודה, המערכת תבדוק את הקליפ ותוסיף אותו למאגר
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© זכויות היוצרים שמורות למחברים
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