We can always expect to lose radio, radio contact
Radio transmission every time that
I let our fair moon
Lay her body between us
I need her now that you're breaking up.
Soon she'll become my new sun
Soon she'll become
She's stealing her light from the old one
Fast receiving but slow responding
To your signals reading, "Son, come home"
But I still believe it.
My God, I still need it.
But I'm just tired of walking upright
When I don't mean right.
I just want to look right.
We can always expect to lose radio, radio contact.
Radio transmission.
Soon she'll become my new sun
Soon she'll become dim reflected love
To light my way,
After I trade loving you for loving to obey.
Cause even my feet on the path
Our quiet hearts lost contact
So now I'm wandering off
Just to hear you calling me back
We can always expect to lose.