Radio Wave - Silverada
Composed by：Micheal Harmeier
Produced by：Silverada/Adam Odor
The humming of a stereo on
A frequency that I don't know
Is inspirational audio to me
In a yard of defused fireworks
With a phaser backing up the words
I'm singing over hummingbirds
And pedal steel guitar
Lyrics drawn on paper planes
Melodies and sweet refrains
I'm sifting through the
Old remains of who I used to be
But judging by the books
I bought the future's
Just an afterthought
I could have been an astronaut
In lighter gravity
Whoah when I get up in the
Morning I don't bother to shave
Whoah got one foot on the
Gas and one in the grave
Whoah in the land of the
Free and the home of the brave
Whoah I'm just drifting
Away on a radio wave
I hate the way I play they
Blues one four five with a minor two
It's how I learned to tie
My shoes and color inside the lines
If there's a weapon you can't
Trust me with it's a major
Third the perfect fifth
Americana is a myth I told ya
A rough and tumble refugee
With a bone to pick and a place to be
Sure would be a sight to
See reflected in your eyes
So with a flickered frown
I shift my weight I'm a rusted
Hinge with an iron gait
An endless stretch of interstate
With one arm on the wheel
Whoah when I get up in the
Morning I don't bother to shave
Whoah got one foot on the
Gas and one in the grave
Whoah in the land of the
Free and the home of the brave
Whoah I'm just drifting
Away on a radio wave
Whoah when I get up in the
Morning I don't bother to shave
Whoah got one foot on the
Gas and one in the grave
Whoah in the land of the
Free and the home of the brave
Whoah I'm just drifting
Away on a radio wave
Radio wave
Radio wave
On a radio wave
