Joy Division - Transmission

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Radio,  live  transmission.
Radio,  live  transmission.

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.

Dance,  dance,  dance,  dance,  dance,  to  the  radio.
Dance,  dance,  dance,  dance,  dance,  to  the  radio...

Well  I  could  call  out  when  the  going  gets  tough.
The  things  that  we've  learnt  are  no  longer  enough.
No  language,  just  sound,  that's  all  we  need  know,
To  synchronise  love  to  the  beat  of  the  show.

And  we  could  dance.

Dance,  dance,  dance,  dance,  dance,  to  the  radio.
Dance,  dance,  dance,  dance,  dance,  to  the  radio..