Song | Radio |
Artist | VNV Nation |
Album | Automatic |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Word will never say enough, they are just born of hope that someone will even listen. | |
In this solitude of hearts, in the traces that echo through the ether. | |
Tied to meanings, bound to fate, reassured by sounds that echo across the airwaves. | |
Tuning through the waves of faint and distant signals, hoping someone´s there. | |
Oh have we tried too much, traded innocence for promises of greatness. | |
Left to search, left seeking out for a part of us that is no longer there. | |
With all the prowess we possess, exchanged the greatest of ourselves for isolation. gladly we smile and carry on, unaware of the solitude we hide inside. | |
Broadcasting live around the world, on the air in every land, on every frequency. across the surface of the earth, to the furthest reach, this is our live transmission. | |
To all the people of the world, unrelenting, for all who are receiving us. | |
From every station on the earth, loud and clear, this is our live transmission. |
Word will never say enough, they are just born of hope that someone will even listen. | |
In this solitude of hearts, in the traces that echo through the ether. | |
Tied to meanings, bound to fate, reassured by sounds that echo across the airwaves. | |
Tuning through the waves of faint and distant signals, hoping someone s there. | |
Oh have we tried too much, traded innocence for promises of greatness. | |
Left to search, left seeking out for a part of us that is no longer there. | |
With all the prowess we possess, exchanged the greatest of ourselves for isolation. gladly we smile and carry on, unaware of the solitude we hide inside. | |
Broadcasting live around the world, on the air in every land, on every frequency. across the surface of the earth, to the furthest reach, this is our live transmission. | |
To all the people of the world, unrelenting, for all who are receiving us. | |
From every station on the earth, loud and clear, this is our live transmission. |
Word will never say enough, they are just born of hope that someone will even listen. | |
In this solitude of hearts, in the traces that echo through the ether. | |
Tied to meanings, bound to fate, reassured by sounds that echo across the airwaves. | |
Tuning through the waves of faint and distant signals, hoping someone s there. | |
Oh have we tried too much, traded innocence for promises of greatness. | |
Left to search, left seeking out for a part of us that is no longer there. | |
With all the prowess we possess, exchanged the greatest of ourselves for isolation. gladly we smile and carry on, unaware of the solitude we hide inside. | |
Broadcasting live around the world, on the air in every land, on every frequency. across the surface of the earth, to the furthest reach, this is our live transmission. | |
To all the people of the world, unrelenting, for all who are receiving us. | |
From every station on the earth, loud and clear, this is our live transmission. |