Goodbye To Radio - Hawksley Workman

Goodbye to radio

Goodbye to the things that we’ve known

And calculate passages

And bloom like a tiger lily in July

And lovers will die

And lovers will rise past the darkness we’ve seen

So stop telling lies

And start falling blind in the deepest of seas

Salvaged by wandering

Weighed down by tears that you wish you could cry

And I wanna make love with you

Spread you so wide like the bluest of night

And lovers will die

And lovers will rise past the darkness we’ve seen

So stop telling lies

And start falling blind in the deepest of seas

(whistling)

And lovers will die

And lovers will rise past the darkness we’ve seen

So stop telling lies

And start falling blind into the darkest of seas

And lovers will die

And lovers will rise past the darkness we’ve seen

So stop telling lies

And start falling blind in the deepest of seas