A thousand voices singing on the FM
The speed of sound gets higher every day
I´m always searching for the perfect station
I didn´t notice when you walked away
Can´t remember what you said
thoughts are running through my head
can´t remember what you said that night to me
The telephone´s no good your line is busy
No way to find a taxi in the rain
Should I try to find the old umbrella
or watch the water floating down the drain