My Waves by Steve Misik & Co.

My waves

Caught on the short wave, A loud sneer
Looking for its source, Looking at the skies
Dialing on the radio scale, I feel so blind

why, why, why... Now I understand
That laughter so loud
And that every street and every tree
talks about my life

With flap on my ears, I sit in a book-case
Postman brings me a letter, Good news ...I hope
Is open, I read, My jaw drops
In a puzzle competition

I won one... damned radio
Is there no station, On the radio scale
where I can find, no mockery of my life?

At last I, Now I understand,
That laughter so loud
And that every street and every tree
talks about my life

On the radio scale
There´s no station where I could find
No mockery, of my foolish life.

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