Permanent Autopilot
Out on the road
Running from our ghosts
Writing post cards sent with these notes
Watching yellow
Dotted lines fly by
Reading novels of green and white road signs
This music is implanted in our DNA
All static and noise at the end of the day
The crowd never hears a word we say
Someone’s been yelling, “who killed the DJ?”
From the scars on my arms
To the scars on my hands
No one ever understands
That this music is implanted in our dna...
© Copyright 2009 Rodney Smith, Signals from Satellites. All rights reserved.
Dotted Lines EP
These lyrics are from songs on the EP. You can click 'add to cart' here to use PayPal and it's also available on iTunes.
The first EP!
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