Lovesongs (Propaganda)

We ride around apartment projects tonight
A thousand lives encased in glimmering light
They go on 'til the end of their song then they fade into hits
They take the subway to a city in flames
Where rockets ripped apart the skyscraper's brains
And watch the sun come up with champagne on our lips
The factory of our hearts rode in the change of events
I hear love songs on the radio
It's propaganda 'cause we lost control
So sing it loud with the sun in your skull
You got the tune
I hear love songs on the radio
It's propaganda 'cause we lost control
So sing it loud with the sun in your skull
You got the tune
I'm feeling higher than a junkie's daydream
When it's so quiet you hear planets crashing
Then we boom like the beat of a bomb in the paper-thin dawn
Waves never stop blooming, they never sleep
Skulls in the sun stare on in disbelief
How lovers pant and moan, wild as lightening bolts as we all drift like smoke
Towards that same vacant unknown
Like a piano with songs you'll never hear
These back brains burst ballads right out of the clear
But in my neon dreams, all that blood red hurt; looking for music out of the dirt
Still your face looks like it's frozen in time
There's nooses hanging from the holes in your eyes
But in my neon dreams, all that blood red hope; it's just like lingerie on the whores
I hear love songs on the radio
It's propaganda 'cause we lost control
So sing it loud with the sun in your skull
You got the tune
I hear love songs on the radio
It's propaganda 'cause we lost control
So sing it loud with the sun in your skull
You got the tune