I was spinnin‘ ‚round a dead dial / Just another lost number in a file / Dancin‘ down a dark hole / Just searchin‘ for a world with some soul / This is radio nowhere, is there anybody alive out there? / This is radio nowhere, is there anybody alive out there? / Is there […]

With the weight of the world on your shoulders, you float / We will rise above the city like smoke / We will rise above the city like smoke (The Wave Pictures)

And I know you need me in the next room over / But I am stuck in here all paralyzed / For months I got myself in ruts / Too much time spent in mirrors framed in yellow walls (The Avett Brothers)