STATIC ON THE RADIO

WE CRASH-LANDED LIKE A STONE IN THE STREETS OF SIN CITY
RELIEVED TO BE SAFE AND SOUND IN DENSE CLOUDS OF DIESEL FUMES
ABANDONING THE AIRSHIP WE MADE OUR WAY TO SAFETY
UNDER FIRE

IT'S RAINING IN THE BALLROOM PACKED WITH GHOSTS AND VAMPIRES
EACH ONE HOLDS A BROKEN GLASS STANDING STILL IN THE MOONLIGHT
PETRIFIED SINCE THE GOLDEN YEARS EYES FULL OF DEAD DESIRES
AND DISTRESS

(WE CAN) CATCH NOTHING MORE THAN STATIC ON THE RADIO
WE PASSED THE FRINGE WE WANDER IN THE NO-GO ZONE

SEARCHLIGHTS TEAR THE GLOOMY NIGHT THE AIR SMELLS OF DOOM AND A
CURSE
IN AN ALIEN LANGUAGE STRANGE BEINGS SHOUT IN THE DARK
NEANDERTHAL IS NOT DEAD HE LIVES IN AN ALTERVERSE
CLOSE TO US

THEN WE’RE FACE TO FACE
HEARTS BEATING FAST
MUTE QUESTIONS ASKED...