Deaf Radio Colours
Shining coast and heaven on your flesh
Standing at the edge of lies, there's nobody there
Celebrate the fences of yourself
Spinning in the back your head, there's no one ahead
As the colours are coming in
We're walking over bigger walls
Fitting darkness in a hole
And there's nothing we can do
We travel to a distant shore
Spitting colours on the floor
How does it feel to stay alone?
Standing at the edge of lies there's nothing to hope
Can't you see we‘re splattered on the sky?
Spinning in the back of your head, there's nowhere to hide
