Crossing the streets of this city alone
Talking with you at odd hours
I'm the radio, the station
The voice that wakes you up
I crave you at dawn
Little desire to live life
That leaves you weightless
Lips that are crystal
So that there are no sorrows
And I bleed honest words
On your hips I made a fleeting connection
In the middle of your pupils
Let's go around the world
Today I'm thinking of you
That leaves you weightless
Lips that are crystal
That leaves you weightless
Lips that are crystal