brooklyn radio

this broken land of shattered times

with dim lit haze and crooked signs. uneven streets

i've tried to walk

this broken slang

that i've tried to talk. turn off the lights turn on the radio

come on come on and let them know

we are the ones who run the show. do what you want

make up your role

it's time

last call

go home and take that fall. turn off the lights

turn on the radio

this brooklyn

my lost causes

my fallen dreams

float in the east and drown my screams. the stigma breaks

release the pain

the branches tall

one step further you fall. turn off the lights turn on the radio

come on come on and let them know

we are the ones who run the show. do what you want

make up your role

it's time

last call

go home and take that fall. turn off the lights

turn on the radio

this brooklyn

i wish you'd come in

let the water wash away. i wish you'd stay

don't let go and float away. turn off the lights turn on the radio

come on come on and let them know

we are the ones who run the show. do what you want

make up your role

it's time

last call

go home and take that fall. turn off the lights

turn on the radio

this brooklyn

turn off the lights turn on the radio

come on come on and let them know

we are the ones who run the show. do what you want

make up your role

it's time

last call

go home and take that fall. turn off the lights

turn on the radio

this brooklyn