Fieldwork - Beacon Road

A breeze sweeps the leaves past your window
And breathes on the trees in the night
You spin the dial for a signal
Weak to slight

There, it's that voice on your radio
Sounds like a dream even though
No one sleeps in Beacon Road

Written by:
Rogier Voorvelt

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