Ghost radio - text

This is not the end,
a heaven doesn't seem that worthy to attend,
Fake for you and me,
shame on you for ever making me believe.
Crushed I shall leave,
I see my body lying there silently.
And though I try so hard not to break,
I'll live to pull myself back another day.
I guess we're only human after all,
I guess our lives are just far too small.
Yesterday is but a writing on the wall,
you're still standing waiting for my fall.

I heard your voice on the ghost radio,
I heard your phone-call end to a busy tone.
I heard you sing on the ghost radio,
I heard you phone-call from beyond the known.

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