Tell me where we are 
No further meaning, no regrets. 
For what we haven’t done 

 [bad word]  
I’ve got a little box with me I’m holding all the time 
I feel the rhythm of your heart in it 
And you can make it stop now 
But not this time 
Carry on, my radio. 

Verse 

I’ve gotta find the answers, 
While you’re gonna hide the [bad word]  
See, we [bad word] from the yelling and mistakes 
We chase the past. 

But next time I’ll make it through the day 
I’ve had enough, 
I need your grace now 
It should be you to sing along! 

Bridge: 

Yeah, 
Won’t you dance for me? 
Don’t you go! 
Won’t you cling to me today. Oh yeah 
And not forget me. 

 [bad word]  
I’ve got a little box with me I’m holding all the time 
I feel the rhythm of your heart in it 
And you can make it stop now 
But not this time 
Carry on, my radio. 

I’m not pretending 
You are not alone 
In this box are all those rhapsodies we hear. 

So never 
Try searching anybody else, 
Embrace the world around me, 
And be my muse, all the time