Radar Bros.

Light the candle once again
The one you see gainin'
We'll all wait here patiently.
Save a fighter or a friend
And all of this will end.
Let the walls come over me.

You and the Father radio in.
You give them everything, everything
To bring us back in.

Time to talk or time to run,
The shadow in the sun
Creepin' out from under me.
Oh, surrender now your face,
And let them fall from grace,
The Devil out from under you.

You and the Father radio in.
You give them everything, everything
To bring us back in.

Waiter, bring us another,
and don't forget the good mother.
She's been out on the line for a long time,
and the candles tell her eyes, 'it's been too long.'
...

All those gifted summers. Kind to us you were.
Sure enough you were left out...
On the line, on the line.
On the line, on the line.

We're all here, waitin' for you to come through.


We're all here, waitin' for you to come through.
On the line, on the line.
On the line, on the line....

Rock of the lake you are shallow and head like a moon.
But give us a day's work,
and we will grant passage to you.
Then you'll awake in a room,
like from the pictures you burn
will reflect in your shoes
Strong words escape from your pillow
and out through the room.
These are the words we will follow,
obey, or fall through.
...

Out on the lake of all truth,
rise to the surface, you hunter, you killer, you fool.
...

Out in the lake there are children drowning with you
Thus is the case when we follow your every move
...

Just keep moving on the high waters coming on.
In this water they will carry me to you.

Hello weak butterfly in my arms
You traveled so far to die in my arms

School's out today, and the spring air is still
You move like a riverboat through the thick, brushy hills
Timed like a lung
You expand
You deflate

In the hot night
Crows fight beetles in the firelight

Hello weak waterfall in my arms
You traveled so long to die in my arms

You land in the river
But the river is a river
No more like an overturned ferry
You sink to the floor
You're an apple in the weeds
You're a glowing green eye

School's out today, and the fires won't go out
I'd love to come over, but the wind's blowing south
But while we've been sleeping, the bushes are burning