Frequency

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.