t r a nsmi s s i o n
t r a nsmi s s i o n
Staying in the same place, just staying out the time.
touching from a distance,
radio
l i v e tr a nsmission
liste n to the silence
l e i r i n o
t t g n
eyes dark g r e y lenses f r i g h tened of the sun
we would have a fine time living in the n i g h t,
left to blin d destructio n, waiting for our s i g h t.
and we would go on as though n othin g was wrong. and hide from these days we remained all alone.
And we would go on as though nothing was wrong. And hide from these days we remained all alone.
t o th e r ad io
further all the time.
rita
araújo
joy division “ Tr a n s mis sio n ”