Radio Silence
I used to ride the wavelengths
In search of a sound to ease my soul
A new way to dress or to address my outrage
In the words of a song
Now I am dead
Dead on my feet
And the traffic lights
The traffic lights my way back home
I had a need
A need to be told
That I was unique but not alone
I could have gone with you my love
And taken you round the world in a song
Now I have nothing
Nothing at all
And the radio is silent
Radio silence
Writer/s: Critical Moment
