Car Radio Song Lyrics by twenty one pilots
I ponder of something greatMy lungs will fill and then deflateThey fill with fire, exhale desireI know it’s dire, my time today
I have these thoughts so often, I oughtTo replace that slot with what I once bought‘Cause somebody stole my car radioAnd now I just sit in silence
Sometimes quiet is violentI find it hard to hide it, my pride is no longer insideIt’s on my sleeve, my skin will screamReminding me of who I killed inside my dreamI hate this car that I’m driving, there’s no hiding for meI’m forced to deal with what I feelThere is no distraction to mask what is realI could pull the steering wheel
I have these thoughts so often, I oughtTo replace that slot with what I once bought‘Cause somebody stole my car radioAnd now I just sit in silence
I ponder of something terrifying‘Cause this time there’s no sound to hide behindI find over the course of our human existenceOne thing consists of consistenceAnd it’s that we’re all battling fearOh dear, I don’t know if we know why we’re hereOh my, too deep, please stop thinkingI liked it better when my car had soundThere are things we can doBut from the things that work there are only twoAnd from the two that we choose to doPeace will win and fear will loseAnd there’s faith and there’s sleepWe need to pick one please becauseFaith is to be awake and to be awake is for us to thinkAnd for us to think is to be aliveAnd I will try with every rhymeTo come across like I am dyingTo let you know you need to try to think
I have these thoughts so often, I oughtTo replace that slot with what I once bought‘Cause somebody stole my car radioAnd now I just sit in silence
Whoa, oh-whoa-ohWhoa, oh-whoa-ohWhoa, oh-whoa-ohWhoa, oh-whoa-oh
Whoa, oh-whoa-ohWhoa, oh-whoa-ohWhoa, oh-whoa-ohWhoa, oh-whoa-ohWhoa, oh-whoa-ohWhoa, oh-whoa-oh
And now I just sit in silenceAnd now I just sit in silenceAnd now I just sitAnd now I just sit in silenceAnd now I just sit in silenceAnd now I just sit in silenceAnd now I just sit
I ponder of something greatMy lungs will fill and then deflateThey fill with fire, exhale desireI know it’s dire, my time today
I have these thoughts so often, I oughtTo replace that slot with what I once bought‘Cause somebody stole my car radioAnd now I just sit in silence