Age of Information Songtext
von Bruford
Age of Information Songtext
Time after time you and your kind
Send shivers up and down my spine
Apathy flows in the candlelight
Heaven won′t help you, energy might
Tuned to your radio
Communication's on
Time after time I saw the signs
I′d hold my breath and look away
I don't care what the newspapers say
I'm gonna do what I do anyway
In this age of communication
I′m just not getting through
Man-made radio
Speak out in the time that it takes for a warning
Right or wrong, you know by the morning
Can′t keep losing sleep
When the man comes asking questions I'll be gone
′Cause you're better off being alone in the dark
In this age of information
Whispered:
Alone in the dark in this age of information
(Tuned/Turn to) your radio (...) explanation
You′ve seen the danger, you heard the news
You've had messages coming through
I don′t care what the newspapers say
I'm gonna do what I do anyway
In this age of communication
I'm just not getting through
They′re not losing sleep
Sweet dreams, they don′t care if the world runs to pieces
They just speak for the speechless
Can't tell wrong from right
You know it′s a mess of approximation
In this age of information
Send shivers up and down my spine
Apathy flows in the candlelight
Heaven won′t help you, energy might
Tuned to your radio
Communication's on
Time after time I saw the signs
I′d hold my breath and look away
I don't care what the newspapers say
I'm gonna do what I do anyway
In this age of communication
I′m just not getting through
Man-made radio
Speak out in the time that it takes for a warning
Right or wrong, you know by the morning
Can′t keep losing sleep
When the man comes asking questions I'll be gone
′Cause you're better off being alone in the dark
In this age of information
Whispered:
Alone in the dark in this age of information
(Tuned/Turn to) your radio (...) explanation
You′ve seen the danger, you heard the news
You've had messages coming through
I don′t care what the newspapers say
I'm gonna do what I do anyway
In this age of communication
I'm just not getting through
They′re not losing sleep
Sweet dreams, they don′t care if the world runs to pieces
They just speak for the speechless
Can't tell wrong from right
You know it′s a mess of approximation
In this age of information
Writer(s): David Allan Stewart, William Scott Bruford Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com