Radio Songtext
von My Life in Black and White

When it all fell apart I was seventeen
With a flick of the wrist and a tendency to run
Run out the window
At eighteen years old we quit that shit
But my punk rock records and a few split lips held high
We ran down the low road

Then all at once like a lightning bolt
I realized I was too damn old to care
And those things that meant the world to me
Well they flew away so suddenly
Radio
Let me know

It′s a blessing to be passionate
For the good times we feel fortunate
Riots under the stage lights
The creaking of my bones has me questioning
The honesty of my intentions
Display and art as expression


If a song is written and no one hears
Does it go somewhere or fade and disappear?
Do I write because it's all I know
Or a way to stand out on my own?
Radio
Let me know

Static has me questioning
Self involved and struggling
Burned out and walking away
Static has me questioning
Self involved and struggling
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh

Then all at once like a lightning bolt
I realized I was too damn old to care
And those things that meant the world to me
Well they flew away so suddenly
Radio
Let me go

It′s a blessing to be passionate
For the good times we feel fortunate
Riots under the stage lights