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Swing Of The Airwaves

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  • Standing at the edge of the world
    I still fail to see what's out there for me
    Screaming at the top of my lungs
    Is there anybody listening?
    We're all emotional radios
    Human aerials in oblivion
    Calling all stations until transmission ends
    I am here
    Standing in the swing of the airwaves
    Circling the square I was locked in
    Step right in, it feels like being born again
    Waving down the drain through static and chatter
    Peel away the shame and noise will surrender
    Disconnection failure and no consolation
    When nothing could avail your misinterpretation
    Link the dots between my dashes and your silences
    Your time is running out as you are running out of promises
    Read between the lines
    We're all emotional radios
    Human aerials in oblivion
    Calling all stations until transmission ends
    I still hear the chokes on your shotguns
    Your back's to the wall we are all a loss of signal
    An oblivious call to all stations until transmission ends
    I am here
    Standing in the swing of the airwaves
    Circling the square I was locked in
    Step right in, it feels like being born again
  • Standing at the edge of the world
    I still fail to see what's out there for me
    Screaming at the top of my lungs
    Is there anybody listening?
    We're all emotional radios
    Human aerials in oblivion
    Calling all stations until transmission ends
    I am here
    Standing in the swing of the airwaves
    Circling the square I was locked in
    Step right in, it feels like being born again
    Waving down the drain through static and chatter
    Peel away the shame and noise will surrender
    Disconnection failure and no consolation
    When nothing could avail your misinterpretation
    Link the dots between my dashes and your silences
    Your time is running out as you are running out of promises
    Read between the lines
    We're all emotional radios
    Human aerials in oblivion
    Calling all stations until transmission ends
    I still hear the chokes on your shotguns
    Your back's to the wall we are all a loss of signal
    An oblivious call to all stations until transmission ends
    I am here
    Standing in the swing of the airwaves
    Circling the square I was locked in
    Step right in, it feels like being born again