The Child Who Was a Keyhole - Shortwave | Текст песни

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I started picking flowers in the wrong side today
Got transmission on my headset
Who finally started running toward the sunset
With my whiskers blowing
I climbed the trellis
That wound up the station
Taryn swung the dish around
And the feedback
Knocked me off the tower's broad edge

I clapped my paws upon my ears
(I scampered in the dead air)
The static poured right through my audio processes
(They're camping in the dead air)
That's how my brain got locked on radio shock
(I scampered in the dead air)
That's how my brain got locked on radio shock
(They're camping in the dead air)
That's how the silence filled my ears
That's how the static filled my ears

The polygrip on my gloves
Wouldn't catch on the smooth sheer walls
Of the intervening canyons
Antennas yeah (wooh wooh!)
The billowing tents below
Held the concentrate
In the shortwave cats
That littered the airwaves
With rats, clou shrimp, tame piranha

I clapped my paws upon my ears
(I scampered in the dead air)
The static poured right through my audio processes
(They're camping in the dead air)
That's how my brain got locked on radio shock
(I scampered in the dead air)
That's how my brain got locked on radio shock

They're camping in the dead air
I scampered in the dead air
They're camping in the dead air

The silence filled my ears
The static filled my ears
(3x)

The silence filled my ears
That's how the static filled my ears

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