Listen to the silence - let it ring on
Eyes, dark grey lenses, frightened of the sun
We would have a fine time living in the night
Left to blind destruction, waiting for our sight
We would go on as though nothing was wrong
And hide from these days - we remained all alone
Staying in the same place, staying out the time
Touching from a distance, further all the time
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance to the radio
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance to the radio --
I could call out when the going gets tough
The things that we learned are no longer enough
No language, just sound, that's all we need know
To synchronise love to the beat of the show
I would go on as though nothing was wrong
Hide from these days where resistance was long
And in the same place - well there is no time
Here to devalue - who will decide?
And we could daaaaaance
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance to the radio
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance to the radio --
Writer(s): Stephen Paul David Morris, Peter Hook, Bernard Sumner, Ian Kevin Curtis
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