Frequency - Ray Wilson

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 sad face on reality

Is no longer sitting next to me

A smile appeared to dry the tears away

The demons and angels

Are tolling on the iron bell, in the street

Alive to me

Love heals me

Fills all lost souls

These days are 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

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 days are 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