out of a station through my radio

nothings on it

like a joke thats told with out its final line

wheres it going

where had it belonged

i know

i'm trying

i'm trying to wake up

wake up

and i tell by you way too far

looking back i had a casing sentimental suns and shade

wont they ever spin around

foward

they're trying

they're trying

and so they do

in the call of a new world

as i climb to the next floor

haven't we

met before

under brighter skies above

above

and in a way its fine

we're walking through wind

unfamiliar scenes

we're choking to live

and we're shaking hands with someone we dont know now

wake up

wake up