Basement Radio Letters

You sent a message from a velvet room

Talking 'bout a place in June

Behind the curtain where the records spin

But you never even made it in

(hmm-mmm) Voice notes from the underground

Pretending that you found the sound

Behind the curtain in the dim lit space A perfect lie,

a perfect place

Your cousin says he saw you on the street

Far away from where the heavy rhythms beat

But your caption says you're VIP

With a drink you didn't pay to see (ah-haaa)

Voice

notes from the underground

Pretending that you found the sound Behind the curtain in the dim

lit space A perfect lie,

a perfect place

Behind the curtain... (yeah,

you never went)