Album: Parallel Lines

Fade Away And Radiate

Ooh baby, I hear how you spend nighttime:
Wrapped like candy in a blue blue neon glow.
Fade away and radiate.
Ooh baby, watchful lines vibrate soft in brainwave time.
Silver pictures move so slow.
Golden tubes faintly glow.
Electric faces seem to merge.
Hidden voices mock your words.
The beams become my dream.
My dream is on the screen.
Dusty frames that still arrive die in 1955.