Lighting is controlled by magnetic fields
The pull of the moon is in your eyes
A dust cloud has blown up on Jupiter's blind side
The lighting struck here twice last summer
I'm an amateur radio operator, I tell you stories through the wires.
The full moon is rising, I see it in your stance,
you'll be down before it sets.
Your box head is full, it spills like a dam,
lightning water is all across the kitchen floor.
I'm an amateur radio operator, I tell you stories through the wires.
But when the antenna is down, and the signal is gone,
the radio is out there's no life.
The signal travels, electrons collide.
Like the waves make their way through the sea.
That signal travels, anonymously.
From them, to you, and back to me.
That signal travels silently,
visit tonight in a dream.
The pull of the moon is in your eyes
A dust cloud has blown up on Jupiter's blind side
The lighting struck here twice last summer
I'm an amateur radio operator, I tell you stories through the wires.
The full moon is rising, I see it in your stance,
you'll be down before it sets.
Your box head is full, it spills like a dam,
lightning water is all across the kitchen floor.
I'm an amateur radio operator, I tell you stories through the wires.
But when the antenna is down, and the signal is gone,
the radio is out there's no life.
The signal travels, electrons collide.
Like the waves make their way through the sea.
That signal travels, anonymously.
From them, to you, and back to me.
That signal travels silently,
visit tonight in a dream.