The Will Song de Heartless Bastards

Wanna keep on moving I am hanging on a wire
I've lost reception from the faded spire
And when the silence all comes crashing down
There's nothing left but for you to make a sound

And will you, will you, will you, will you listen to me, Certain innuendos make it so hard to be

There are things that I remember
In a way I had reception
There are things that I remember
In a way what you will
In a way make it what you will
You keep on moving on you keep on moving on