Lyrics

I’m going mad
I’m going mad
My mind is had
I’m going mad

Radio transmits over lines out of sight
Radiating through my mind
Gramophone is off
The pipe and sink’s enough
The broadcast brought to you by war, it soars

Requiem in Greek, a reverie I speak
Radiating through my hypnagogic sleep
Dreaming in tongues
Blood is in my lungs
The broadcast brought to you by war, it soars

I’m going mad
I’m going mad
My mind is had
I’m going mad

The east coast village chilled by voices still unseen
They wound but never bruise, kill but never bleed
I heard it in the clothing line
Now I’m the one hung out to dry
Thank you and goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

I’m going mad
I’m going mad
My mind is had
I’m going mad

We mean no harm
We’re just passing on by
Waving hello
On our way through the sky