radio, life transmission

Listen to the silence, let it ring on ... and we would go on as though nothing was wrong... touching from a distance, further all the time ... well I could call out when the going gets tough. The things that we've learnt are no longer enough.
No language, just sound, that's all we need know, to synchronise
love to the beat of the show.
And we could dance.
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio.

the radio itself, that his owner asserted me several times, would work just fine; but he just seemed not to bother it with its purpose anymore. way back from lunch it finally met an real admirer in person of a conducter: 'the RR 522! really good radio. solid work. nice one this one, really. nice.' cheers up everybody to get credits for ones' accessory.