Two silhouettes stand tall againsta gray 
November sky
Utopian suburban teenage wasteland blues.
You turn to me and sigh, the boredom
Growin' in your eyesas a voice sings songs of splendorfrom the radio
I hear that voice again submergingfrom the stereo
Invisible electric life flowsright through me,
Then for a moment 
I forget about
Just where 
I'm at and the world fallin'around looses all urgency.
It's just another transmission froma place we all want to be.
It takes control then its spitsme back to reality.
I hear the musicthen 
I close my eyes
It's just another radio suicide onthe airwaves.
I turned it on-invisible electric life.
Then the song comes on the radio
The signal takes control-heartbeatstarts to slow,you hear the words reverberatingin your mind
Twisted electric waves pulse from thestereoas a vioce screams out loud
Everything is not alrightforget about the static pulsingin your ear
Forget everything you see and hearit's just another radio suicide