Radio Silence - Shearwater

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