| Radio, live transmission | |
| Radio, live transmission | |
| Listen to the silence, let it ring on | |
| Eyes, dark gray 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 | |
| Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance to the radio | |
| Well, I could call out when the going gets tough | |
| The things that we've learnt are no longer enough | |
| No language, just sound, that's all we need know | |
| To synchronize love to the beat of the show | |
| And we could dance | |
| Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance to the radio | |
| Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance to the radio | |
| Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance to the radio | |
| Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance to the radio |