The radio still burns
You’re messed-up, high and in love with everything
And that’s what I bring
And now you’re making it worse
In a mixed-up world I can hear the chimes in spring and
That’s when all the rain begins
We parked up by the pier
Count one-two-three climbing a ladder to the sky –
The police on the beach analyse
You say the world just doesn’t exist
But tomorrow’s memories out in the meadow run free
As far as the eye can see
The radio still plays
The mix is high but you know the blood has run cold
And that’s when all your life can unfold
And from the mangled metal frays
Blazing thoughtforms drift off in the morning blue
I wasn’t born to lose you
Lyrics provided by LRCLIB
