And the air is full of sound
and stories that I lost.
Broadcasts that I found
on the stations of my cross.
Now the music falls like rain.
It pools around my knees.
But the paper's soaking wet
and the pen does not receive.
So I'm pleading for a light
cause the word won't come out right
on the radio tonight.
The radio tonight.
Radio tonight.
With all these broken toys
I can't come out and play.
The songs are all alike
since the frequency got changed.
But my heart has burst a seam.
I overflow with dreams
and my memory doesn't dim.
This silence is a sin.
So let the blood antennae rise.
Keep the dust out of my eyes
when the words don't come out right
on the radio tonight.
Radio tonight.
I try to look away from
the things I don't know how to say.
I'm staring into space.
I can't see what listens when I pray.
I'm spitting in the wind.
I wrack my head again.
But the signal's just a roar.
It's all been said before.
So I swim against the tide.
I rage against the light.
But the words won't come out right
on the radio tonight.
Radio tonight.

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