The Radio Dept.
The Radio Dept.
The Radio Dept.
The Radio Dept.
The Radio Dept.
The Radio Dept.
The Radio Dept.
The Radio Dept.
The Radio Dept.
The Radio Dept.
The Radio Dept.
The Radio Dept.
The Radio Dept.
You are raining in
I can't escape that feeling
You're dripping into the buckets I have placed
Where damage isn't already done
I saw you on bus 15
Heading north to take the train
Everyone looks the same
Still we have different names