Radio Tokyo

Long after clouds subside, the twisted children died.

 Dark in the morning.

Black rain soothes throats that dried, and rots you from inside.

 Dark in the morning.

*You're just a shadow here, it's all you'll ever be.

*Alone on these empty steps, only a memory.

While buildings vaporize, your smiles falls through your eyes.

 Eight in the morning.

Watch the mushroom cloud arise, with newly blinded eyes.

 Eight in the morning.

**

Stars shining in your eyes, reflected from on high.

 Bright in the morning.

Seems close as a lover's sigh, your hand stretched out to mine.

 Bright in the morning.

**The one's who drop the bombs, all forget and agree.

**But those who live with scars, they bear the memories