On a day battered with unforgiving cold rain,nThere sits a couple who have reasoned everything outnIn a car that now relies on the radio to pierce the silencennThere is no meaning to goodbye,nBecause if we were to meet again someday,nWouldn’t that just be wonderful?nnWere you able to hear my voice as I spoke?nThe Heart Station broadcasting at one o’clock in the dead of nightnRequires no tuning on the dial as it liesnOn a secret frequencynnWere the radio waves of my heart able to reach you?nIt’s broadcasting from the Heart Station of sinnersnAnd only God knowsnHow much I miss younnHey baby, can you hear me?nJust tell me one thingnIf you can hear menSay somethingnnI can’t go on without forgetting you,nThat’s how it seems at least... But why is it thennThat only all the good memories of us remain?nnWithout a doubt, though I’ve separated from you, you’re right here...nRight here at the center of my heartnnI felt like I heard your voice back there,nComing from the Heart Station that broadcasts at 1 in the night.nWherever I am, there always seems to benThis beating of two pulsesnnWere the radio signals of my heart able to get to you?nIt broadcasts from the Heart Station of lovers,nAnd tonight’s requests also flood in with myriads ofn“I Love You”nnThis voice of mine, were you able to hear it?nIt’s broadcasting in the small hours of the night from that Heart Station...nEven now, we are still connectednOn this secret frequencynnWere you able to receive these transmissions from my heart?nThey come from the Heart Station of sinnersnAnd only God knows.... this secret I keep