成人快手

Maybe the best lullabies are nothing but noise and half heard things
Voices speaking in tongues we don鈥檛 understand

Maybe that radio I took to bed
A little handheld thing which now I picture it
Was made from bone or ivory coloured plastic
With the legend, Solid State next to a lightning bolt

Maybe that radio was my key to dreamland?
And thinking of it now
The soup of sounds I steered the dial through
Origins unknown
The compass spinning
The Atlas drowned
Those sounds could鈥檝e been a primal internet!

The World Wide Web still wild
still in the air
We listened but we couldn鈥檛 join in yet
I listened and I could be anywhere