Radio Silence

Let it sing, let it cry and you roll out the carpets

No such thing, you mustn't pry

I'll hail to another confession

And it's losing me

Where have all the merrymakers gone?

Where have all the merrymakes gone?

Some people will surprise you with a real depth of feeling

And others still may shock, shock, shock you

With all that they're revealing

But one thing's sure there's always more

Information than you ask for, ask for this

Just enough knowledge to know

I don't know anything, anything, anything

I don't know, nobody likes what I like that's how I like it

Some things are personal at least they should be

Or is it too much, much to ask you just to maintain a little

Maintain a little, maintain a little, maintain a little

Maintain a little, maintain a little

Take the cynical saint to the stake and you burn it

It's radio, it's radio, silence, silence

It's radio, it's radio, silence, silence

It's radio, it's radio, radio, silence

It's radio, it's radio, radio, silence

It's radio, it's radio, radio, silence

It's radio, it's radio, radio, silence