Radio Silence

It suddenly feels like a new year 
  Like I'm a million miles away from here 
  I can see some kind of light here 
  Although I won't name it 

  I want to talk about moonlight 
  I want to talk about the wild child, you know 
  That real wild one, dancing alone 
  In the middle of the whirlpool 

  Spinning tales about silence 
  About radio silence 
  About some kind of asylum 
  In the middle of an empty field full of danger 

  It's strange I don't feel like I'm a stranger 
  I feel like I belong here 
  I feel like I've been waiting for a long time 
  And now I can tell you some stories 

  Stories about the madmen 
  Stories about the dream-child 
  You know, that real wild one 
  Who dance alone 
  In the middle of the whirlpool 
  And I can tell you about silence 
  About radio silence 
  About some kind of asylum 
  In the middle of an empty field full of danger 

  If you want it