the machinery of progress

Neon Radio

Do you ever get the feeling we’re spinning right out of control?
While the congregation’s laughing, the devil is snatching souls

In the poetry of morning, we’re hanging our hopes on people we thought we knew
But as the day grows older, the sky begins to smoulder at the thought of losing you

Oh oh oh
The people know
There’s a million frequencies
On the Neon Radio

With a catastrophic gesture, we’ve numbered our fates and named them after stars
But as the moment beckons, the hours turn to seconds and I fear we’ve gone too far

Oh oh oh
We will glow
As we’re dancing through the trees
To the Neon Radio

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