I listen To empty stations And the sound Of you there An echo Left on the dial Paused In between Midnight broadcasts
Midnight broadcasts Your voice like white noise.
You say, “we are passing away,” I know It’s only goodbye You say, “we are passing away,” But, I won’t miss you I won’t miss you.
I listen To empty stations And the sound Of you there An echo Left in the tunnel On a train That never comes.
Midnight broadcasts Your touch like red rust.
You say, “we are passing away,” I know It’s only goodbye You say, “we are passing away,” But I won’t miss you I won’t miss you.
Your voice like white noise I won’t miss you I won’t miss you Your voice like white noise I won’t miss you I won’t miss you Your voice like white noise A kiss in the tunnels I won’t miss you I won’t miss you I won't miss you.
