Hot Chip Transmission
Radio, live transmission
Radio, live transmission
Listen yo the silence
Let it ring on.
Eyes dark grey lenses
Frightened of the sun
We would have a fine time
Living in the night
Left to blind destruction
Waiting for our sight
And we would go on
As though nothing was wrong.
And hide from these days
We remained all alone.
Staying in the same place
Just staying out the time.
Touching from a distance,
Further all the time
Dance, dance, dance, dance
Dance to the radio
Dance, dance, dance, dance
Dance to the radio
Dance, dance, dance, dance
Dance to the radio
(radio, radio, radio)
(Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, dance,
dance)
(repeat)
Dance to the radio
Well I could call out
When the going gets tough.
The things that we’ve learn’t
Are no longer enough.
No language just sound
That’s all we need know
To synchronize
Love to the beat of the show.
Dance, dance, dance, dance
Dance to the radio
Dance, dance, dance, dance
Dance to the radio
Dance, dance, dance, dance
Dance to the radio
