They can't be back he saidA chilling wind from the living roomOh how can this beI thought I buried them in electricityAnd then the radio turned on without a traceA haunting memory upon the man's faceAs he saidThey're coming backThey're coming backCold haunting memoriesBackBackBackBack through the radioNow who is listening tonightTonightTonightTonightMan's last wordsMan's last words are perfectWhen nothing is said at allScared speechlessThe man's head in his handsHis shaky handsBut let truth be known he wasn't always afraidOh noNoThat coward used to talkTalkTalkTalkSync his lips to the sound of empty promisesOhThey're coming backThey're coming backCold haunting memoriesBackBackBackBack through the radioNow who is listening tonightTonightTonightTonightMan's last wordsMan's last words are perfectWhen nothing is said at allBackBackBackBackBackBackBackBackBackThey can'tThey can'tThey can't be back he saidA chilling wind from the living roomOh how can this beI thought I buried them in electricityOh that coward used to talkTalkTalkSync his lipsNow there is no way he's going to live through thisThey have come backThey have come backBackBackBackBack through the radioNow who is listening tonightTonightTonightTonightMan's last wordsMan's last words are perfectWhen nothing is said at allThe have come backNow who's listening
Loud And Clear
Loud And Clear