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And I wonder why there is no choice in the things that we hear
We hear our lives inside these sounds
There’s nothing good on the radio
There’s never anything good on
There’s never anything good on
There’s nothing good on the radio
There’s never anything so I stop to sing
And these things come rushing from behind
Life is changing so fast and there’s nothing I can do to stop it
But when I crane my neck to kiss your head, I know
That there is something that I can rely on
And when I strain my thoughts to push this thread I sew
It’s some kind of future that I can be sure of
Because I love you, because I love you
Because I love you, because I love you