out of a station through my radio
nothings on it
like a joke thats told with out its final line
wheres it going
where had it belonged
i know
i'm trying
i'm trying to wake up
wake up
and i tell by you way too far
looking back i had a casing sentimental suns and shade
wont they ever spin around
foward
they're trying
they're trying
and so they do
in the call of a new world
as i climb to the next floor
haven't we
met before
under brighter skies above
above
and in a way its fine
we're walking through wind
unfamiliar scenes
we're choking to live
and we're shaking hands with someone we dont know now
wake up
wake up
nothings on it
like a joke thats told with out its final line
wheres it going
where had it belonged
i know
i'm trying
i'm trying to wake up
wake up
and i tell by you way too far
looking back i had a casing sentimental suns and shade
wont they ever spin around
foward
they're trying
they're trying
and so they do
in the call of a new world
as i climb to the next floor
haven't we
met before
under brighter skies above
above
and in a way its fine
we're walking through wind
unfamiliar scenes
we're choking to live
and we're shaking hands with someone we dont know now
wake up
wake up