On a day battered with unforgiving cold rain,
There sits a couple who have reasoned everything out
In a car that now relies on the radio to pierce the silence.
There is no meaning to goodbye,
Because if we were to meet again someday,
Wouldn’t that be just wonderful?

Were the radio waves of my heart able to reach you?
It’s broadcasting from the Heart Station of sinners
And only God knows
How much I miss you.

I can’t go on without forgetting you,
That’s how it seems at least… But why is it then
That only all the good memories of us remain?

Without a doubt, though I’ve separated from you, you’re right here…
Right here at the centre of my heart.

I felt like I heard your voice back there,
Coming from the Heart Station that broadcasts at 1 in the night.
Wherever I am, there always seems to be
This beating of two pulses.

Were the radio signals of my heart able to get to you?
It broadcasts from the Heart Station of lovers,
And tonight’s requests also flood in with myriads of**
“I Love You”.

This voice of mine, were you able to hear it?
It’s broadcasting in the small hours of the night from that Heart Station…
Even now, we are still connected
On this secret frequency.

Were you able to receive these transmissions from my heart?
They come from the Heart Station of sinners
And only God knows…. this secret I keep.