Frequency کے بول

The death city radio, pours out of the open window, static fires into the atmosphere and moments and memories are lost to the frequencies, in the air. and the dad face on reality is no longer sitting next to me. a smile appeared to dry the tears away and the demons and angels are tolling on the iron bell, in the street. alive to me, love heals me fills all lost souls these daysare golden once more and I've been forsaken too often. It's all inside me beter to live life I'm sure you'll agree I save myself, from me again. Go on and fight another day With no door left unopened I know you must be looking for the way ahead. alive to me, love heals me fills all lost souls these daysare golden once more The death city radio, pours out of the open window. The static fires into the atmosphere and moments and memories are lost to the frequencies, in the air.