Hollow Ground

Static lines on a radio dial

We've been driving for another mile

Looking for a frequency to call our own

Before the morning light has grown

And the waves keep crashing through the static haze (haze)

We are lost inside a technicolor daze

Catching signals in the dark

Waiting for a sudden spark

We are runaways of sound

Walking on a hollow ground (ooh-ooh)

Fading traces on a map we made

Watch the colors in the daylight fade

But we don't need a path to guide us home

We are safer when we roam

We hear the sound of the future call

(we hear it call) Writing our names on a plaster wall

Catching signals in the dark

Waiting for a sudden spark

We are runaways of sound

Walking on a hollow ground (ooh-ooh)

Signals in the dark...

(signals in the dark)