Song: Radio loose wave

I think there's a way out of this stupid game.
Smiling to yourself, cut your own receiver and catch
Radio Free Wave.

In my head too much film Noir.
The window in the screen only the city of rain.
Instead of bright sunshine Yes spring heat
Just grey damp boarded up days.
And let the hundreds of times the dice were thrown,
Roads was saying there, not there,
In so many places to be an uninvited guest,
But still to be... sometimes.