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It starts with distant thunder
Born under skies, dressed in ochre
Pressure rising up and over
The anticipating land.

Under layers of white noise
And through the static, sounds a voice
I want to hear the song it sings again (and again, and again)

I remained outside,
With every nerve alive
Lightning struck without remorse
And gave a cue to move indoors
The TV died, as did the lights
In the dark the radio came to life

The secret station of my choice...
Forgotten music in the noise,
Inviting me to dance a minor dance

Faded an ethereal music that is dying to be heard
Desperate to mesmerise and capture our hearts

Wander in beauty, and wonder where I've been...

Faded a ethereal music that is dying to be heard
Desperate to mesmerise and capture our hearts (again)
Aided by a thunderstorm,
I came upon this station from old days
I intend to seek it out again when I need shelter from the rain

I wander in beauty, and wonder where I've been
It starts with distant thunder   Born under skies, dressed in ochre   Pressure rising up and over   The anticipating land.      Under layers of white noise   And through the static, sounds a voice   I want to hear the song it sings again (and again, and again)      I remained outside,   With every nerve alive   Lightning struck without remorse   And gave a cue to move indoors   The TV died, as did the lights   In the dark the radio came to life      The secret station of my choice...   Forgotten music in the noise,   Inviting me to dance a minor dance      Faded an ethereal music that is dying to be heard   Desperate to mesmerise and capture our hearts      Wander in beauty, and wonder where I've been...      Faded a ethereal music that is dying to be heard   Desperate to mesmerise and capture our hearts (again)   Aided by a thunderstorm,   I came upon this station from old days   I intend to seek it out again when I need shelter from the rain      I wander in beauty, and wonder where I've been