Radio

We're so tired: we chased legless beings
We know the worth of all these stupid little things

It would be found in all the secrets kept in pipes:
Talk to the walls; tell me what's wrong and right

Here the sleepy dogs kiss my wounds left open
Now the sleep is gone: we'll use the car to break the cordon

Will you go forth, will you drive?
I will listen to you talk all night
Will you go forth, will you drive?
I will listen to the radio all night