Head in the Radio


Yellow jackets wrapping up the century
Footsteps beating out the tapestry
 
Dance like there's no tomorrow
Cry like there's no today
Wrap yourself in sorrow
'Cause nothing ever stays

Cast the net in which the ragged breath is caught
Bomb shelled armour clutching tight to the afterthought

A friend indeed is a friend you need
Cast this seed to your fellow creed

Catch this vision in the afterglow

Sound escapes the bleeding
We were never meant to see

Florid faces pushing threw
Hold these spaces following the crude