Paroles de Program

It was very late last night I sat at the radio Dialing from left to right Why I do not know I heard a man in a voice low And sweet with circumspection Say innocent listener don't you know The flame is its own reflection The flame is its own reflection He turned me on off I turned him We tuned out all direction I sat alone my head a swim The flame is its own reflection! The flame is its own reflection! The universe is naught but sound