Listening to the crystal radio set on the windy hillside
A childhood secret
The hand-spun coil, music from russia
Those little hands
Seemed so magical
Sound of the wind and static
A wholehearted love and reverence for you
A dream in which we travel on and on
Just the two of us alone in the world
A plastic case
The antenna
Captured wings of eternity flying in the sky
The beloved days that
Found their way into the drawers
You smile at me
Still a child
Are you lonely now? radio set
No one will fix you even if you break
The low sound of the wind and static
You will no longer tell us anything
The sky we ran up on
We always laid down, the two of us
On the brilliant grass
Are you still keeping it? the promise
A secret that we won't tell anyone
