| I found you in a porn magazine | 
| I don't remember how I ended up here | 
| I'm in the city square, eternally smoking youth | 
| I'm writing your voice into the phone, heey | 
| Look at me, your white lips | 
| They call to say I'm rude | 
| And call to your house | 
| me with red wine | 
| Tell about it | 
| How do you not love anyone | 
| Give me a chance and I won't come | 
| Where the hair is on the floor | 
| I won't fall asleep, blue headlights will illuminate the suite | 
| This is my way out | 
| Watching through the toner, how | 
| Silent and quiet | 
| That's hopeless, how their entire elite is drowning | 
| How the numbers on my phone become dust | 
| How I myself become dust | 
| On the radio waves I hear your gentle voice | 
| (I hear your gentle voice), yeah-yeah-yeah | 
| By radio waves of drawn stripes | 
| (painted stripes), yeah-yeah-yeah | 
| By radio waves I will tell you where I am | 
| (I'll tell you where I am), yeah-yeah-yeah | 
| By radio waves, you will say: "The battery is dead" | 
| (say the battery is dead) | 
| On the radio waves I hear your gentle voice | 
| (I hear your gentle voice), yeah-yeah-yeah | 
| By radio waves of drawn stripes | 
| (painted stripes), yeah-yeah-yeah | 
| By radio waves I will tell you where I am | 
| (I'll tell you where I am), yeah-yeah-yeah | 
| By radio waves, you will say: "The battery is dead" | 
| (say the battery is dead) |