Radio Silence

It suddenly feels like a new year Like I'm a million miles away from here I can see some kind of light here Although I won't name it I want to talk about moonlight I want to talk about the wild child, you know That real wild one, dancing alone In the middle of the whirlpool Spinning tales about silence About radio silence About some kind of asylum In the middle of an empty field full of danger It's strange I don't feel like I'm a stranger I feel like I belong here I feel like I've been waiting for a long time And now I can tell you some stories Stories about the madman Stories about the dream-child You know, that real wild one Who dances alone In the middle of the whirlpool And I can tell you about silence About radio silence About some kind of asylum In the middle of an empty field full of danger If you want it