This sunlight cutting through the open fields.
Cant be communicated by radio waves.
And through this flashlight keyhole memory.
Receive a thousand signals and cant respond.
So keep your hands to yourself.
And relay the message to your friends that nothings wrong.
Reverse reception on this lifeless satellite.
Push this button.
End the transmission.
So keep your hands to yourself
In this transit station reconnection to our lives.
In transit like my voice cutting through this line.
Its the same old song broadcasted on the radio.
Saying Im not worth your time.
End the transmission.
This absence is making relations come undone
its breaking air waves Im losing you in the transmission..
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