slinky beats
this song reeeaaally calls out to me =). sexay.
It's hard to remember days
Mornings lost in a chronic haze.
Breath is fast and the trains are slow, I barely feel it though
All day long I fantasize, in the dark behind other people's eyes.
And then they disappear, words get lost in the atmosphere.
The truth I tell, I tell the truth, 16 on a summer roof,
You ask for facts? Well I'll give you proof
Hot sun on skin..like crimson dress too thin.
A winter without words, I touched it , it felt good.
All I want, Is my radio,
All I want, Is my radio,
He speaks in a voice I know,
a sound like sand when the tide is low
we kissed to that voice each night,
bathed in bare reactor light.
I cry when the morning comes,
Count my blessings and my thumbs
say 'Thanks God, for whatever comes.'
and quickly cross my fingers
all i want is a room somewhere, far away from the chemo air
But when i got my radio, where my own melody that lingers.
All I want is my radio,
Station Ninety-nine point O
Tell the DJ, DJ - keep it slow
like to fade volume low.
It's hard to remember days, mornings lost in a chronic haze,
Breath is fast and the trains are slow, barely even feel it though
all day long I fantasize, in the dark behind other people's eyes
then they slowly disappear, words get lost in the atmosphere.
The truth i'll tell ill tell the truth
16 on a summer roof, you ask for the facts, well i'll give you truth
here's the truth
All I want is my radio,
Tell me DJ, DJ keep it slow
All i want is my radio,
like to fade volume low
All I want is my radio
It's hard to remember days
Mornings lost in a chronic haze.
Breath is fast and the trains are slow, I barely feel it though
All day long I fantasize, in the dark behind other people's eyes.
And then they disappear, words get lost in the atmosphere.
The truth I tell, I tell the truth, 16 on a summer roof,
You ask for facts? Well I'll give you proof
Hot sun on skin..like crimson dress too thin.
A winter without words, I touched it , it felt good.
All I want, Is my radio,
All I want, Is my radio,
He speaks in a voice I know,
a sound like sand when the tide is low
we kissed to that voice each night,
bathed in bare reactor light.
I cry when the morning comes,
Count my blessings and my thumbs
say 'Thanks God, for whatever comes.'
and quickly cross my fingers
all i want is a room somewhere, far away from the chemo air
But when i got my radio, where my own melody that lingers.
All I want is my radio,
Station Ninety-nine point O
Tell the DJ, DJ - keep it slow
like to fade volume low.
It's hard to remember days, mornings lost in a chronic haze,
Breath is fast and the trains are slow, barely even feel it though
all day long I fantasize, in the dark behind other people's eyes
then they slowly disappear, words get lost in the atmosphere.
The truth i'll tell ill tell the truth
16 on a summer roof, you ask for the facts, well i'll give you truth
here's the truth
All I want is my radio,
Tell me DJ, DJ keep it slow
All i want is my radio,
like to fade volume low
All I want is my radio