Sliver of sundown, glimmer of daylight
Running in place with trembling knees
Vision of lightning, vision of sunrise
Overlay worlds on the grid of our dreams
And knock 'em all down
With a last looming wave
Black as old blood
With a warm, steady rage
And the crack of old bones
Yankee go home
Choking on signal, sucking on silence
Sodium lights on the monument's face
Radio London, Radio Cyprus
Where the Lincolnshire poacher's shaking his cage
He was sold for a lifeline, sold for a crown
Singing an old lie down the repeater
But the radio lapses, the radio dies
The sky is a blank screen, an open receiver
Summon an old sound, rattle to life
Spin on an axis, fly into pieces
In disarray
Lie in disarray, disarray
I need it, I need it, I need it
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Shearwater - Radio Silence Lyrics
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Sliver of sundown, glimmer of daylight
Running in place with trembling knees
Vision of lightning, vision of sunrise
Overlay worlds on the grid of our dreams
And knock 'em all down
With a last looming wave
Black as old blood
With a warm, steady rage
And the crack of old bones
Yankee go home
Choking on signal, sucking on silence
Sodium lights on the monument's face
Radio London, Radio Cyprus
Where the Lincolnshire poacher's shaking his cage
He was sold for a lifeline, sold for a crown
Singing an old lie down the repeater
But the radio lapses, the radio dies
The sky is a blank screen, an open receiver
Summon an old sound, rattle to life
Spin on an axis, fly into pieces
In disarray
Lie in disarray, disarray
I need it, I need it, I need it
Running in place with trembling knees
Vision of lightning, vision of sunrise
Overlay worlds on the grid of our dreams
And knock 'em all down
With a last looming wave
Black as old blood
With a warm, steady rage
And the crack of old bones
Yankee go home
Choking on signal, sucking on silence
Sodium lights on the monument's face
Radio London, Radio Cyprus
Where the Lincolnshire poacher's shaking his cage
He was sold for a lifeline, sold for a crown
Singing an old lie down the repeater
But the radio lapses, the radio dies
The sky is a blank screen, an open receiver
Summon an old sound, rattle to life
Spin on an axis, fly into pieces
In disarray
Lie in disarray, disarray
I need it, I need it, I need it