Radio Silence Sarah and the Sundays

When the fog rolls in
They are rapt by radio silence
And it's not my time
Not my place
To lead them towards the violence
And I’m out of my skull
Off in the clouds
It seems what I say
Comes back around to bite me
So you're back in town to spite me
Alright

They told me tone it down
It's better off this time around
Your shackles keep me to the ground
But I’d be there anyway

I said what you think I said
If we play the part we'll wind up dead
They're stuck inside my head
But they're better off and
Better yet

I see what you mean
But I politely disagree
This eye's been watching me
And that makes it hard to fall asleep
I have what you need
But you will not take over me
I'll take your sympathy
​But that's not who I want to be