Its hard to remember days
Mornings lost in a cronic haze.
Breathe is fast and teh trains are slow, I barley feel it though
All day long i fantisize, in the dark behind all the people's eyes.
And then they disappear, words get lost in the atmostphere.
The truth I tell, I tell the truth, 16 on a summer roof,
You just want facts? Well I'll give you proof
Hot silence can..backrubs and dressed 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 sounds like sand when the tide is low
we kissed to the voice each night,
bathed in bare reactor light.
I cry when the morning comes,
Count my blessings and my phones
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, i play my melody that lingers.
All I want is my radio,
Station Ninty-nine point O
Tell the DJ, DJ - keep it slow
like to fade volume low.
Its hard to remmeber days, Mornings lost in a chronic haze,
breath is fast and the trains are slow, barley even feel it though
all day long i fantize, behind all the people's eyes
then they slowly disappear, words get lost in the atmosphere.
The truth i'll tell ill tell the truth
Sixteen 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 ( repeated fade out......)