Transmission Hot Chip

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Listen
To 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