Transmission

If I serve like the daylight
As a human appear
Outside the carfia
Together together

We drive away from home
In search of meaning
Living and breathing
Is she alive
Is she alive
Is she alive
Is she alive

She said my breath is cold
And i took my time
Turn around
Her life is devine
The words on the radio
A broken transmission
Day on the window

I not to finish
From near he stands
The poor charming type
The more of feeling
Just like his dreaming
Chasing through the rims of believes
He crap of some few matter