Lyrics

Look at all the suns bursting in the sky
I think we finally screwed it
And the beautiful plan we tried
Well we took a bomb and blew it
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No more chances to make things better
No more reasons to try any more
Look at all the suns bursting in the sky
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Everything’s so far away
And never coming back
Everything I want to say
Feels like white words turning black
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And yet, You are my radio
The cure demonstration
Transmission of my world
Bright inoculation
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To get high others must be pushed low
Bleeding, crushed and distant
Will there ever be a time we let this go?
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Even though it’s blown apart
We know it’s only blown apart
We’re still connected by the burning sky
Joined by the embers
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You are my radio (cataloged, always betrayed)
Broadcast to the meek (dazzle ships riding the deep)
You are my radio (think of all the chances we made)
Failed by the week (all failed by the weak)
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Can you hear it?
Power, corruption, and lies
We try to live with joy through it
But look at all the suns bursting in the sky
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No more going out to parties
No more trips down to the banks
Thousands of shots to save millions of people
First aid and failure, delivered by tanks
No zealot flags piercing the blue sky
No more white noise from big black cars
No more rushes from the things that we buy
No starving kids under the Michelin stars