Broken Radio - Pistol Grip

Nothing else matters I’ve got nothing left to lose

I look to those that will always get me through

A needle on the vinyl will always take me back in time

Despair leaves my body I don’t wanna die

Many have gone can you remember any song

Those who have passed their passion lives on

A voice of reason injected into my soul

A clash of guitars keeps me safe from the cold

Static in the air

At the frequencies end

Static in the air

When the volume’s at ten

Static in the air

I’ll never be gone

Static in the air

But the band plays on

Ecstatic when the sky turns gray

On a broken radio I still hear the bands play

Saturated memories begin to take me back in time

Can you hear the voices resound in your mind

They’re calling my name and now I’m being sucked back in

The world could end now I’ll be left with a grin

Feel the spinning record slicing through you like a knife

Bask in the ruins that used to be your life

Can you hear me yelling I stare into the face of pain

The static gets louder through the thunder and the rain