Rescue Radio
In this lifeless subterrain
It's hard to keep your spirits off the ropes.
Days fade in and out
Like endless static on my rescue radio.
And when I dream electric dreams,
I dream that you still think of me,
My sympathetic circuits spark.
What is life;
What is life without Love?
Search my fading memory
For holograms of life before the crash.
Visions of some distant shore
Where you and I still hold robotic hands
The canopy of stars, once ours,
Has cut me off like metal bars.
A cage that keeps our Love apart.
What is life;
What is life without Love?
What is life;
What is life without Love?
"...When we found him he was stuck like this,
Pouring over some old photograph for years.
Rusted out.
Poor little soul..."