me 'Til I hold you once again Thank God for the radio When I'm on the road When I'm far from home And feelin' blue Thank God for the radio Playin' all
me, feeling paranoid inside When I step outside I feel free, think I'll find a place to hide Tell me people, am I going insane? Tell me people, am I going
play You know I got my top back and my beat loud Rockin? my stunnin? shades and turnin? up my radio Turn up my radio I think I?m in love with my radio
: Sleepless gliding Over the city lights Watch us flying Over the streets tonight And I say There's a way, there's a way I know There's a way, there
re feelin' kinda lonely. Turn On The Radio! Turn On The Radio! Turn On, Turn On The Radio! Turn On The Radio! Turn On The Radio, Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Ohhh!
beside me Till I hold you once again Thank God for the radio When I'm on the road When I'm far from home An' feelin' blue Thank God for the radio Playin
listen to the music from the AM radio You could hear the music on the AM radio You could hear the music on the AM radio I like pop and I like soul
play You know I got my top back and my beat low Rockin' my stunna shades and turnin' up my radio Turn up my radio I think I'm in love with my radio '
Everybody's looking at me Feeling paranoid inside When I step outside I'll feel free Think I'll find a place to hide Tell me people, am I going insane
silence can Backrubs and dress too thin (?) For winter of her words (?) I touched it, it felt good All I want is my radio All I want is my radio
my music on the AM radio You can hear the music on a AM radio You can hear the music on a AM radio I like pop, I like soul, I like rock, but I never
packed everything you had into the car. rolled the whole thing into the lake. now there's nothing left to tie you to this place except a heavy, sinking
below the street, you heard a sigh of air brakes as a long good-bye. oh how i wish i could join you in the sky. to get out and up, away, into the light
you're always welcome, you're always welcome. well, come on in. how long has it been? so, hello, how are you? my, you're looking fine. it's been such
dry brush waits for a spark, to be transformed into flames bright and true that would burn all night through. to be reborn is all that it wants, but as
found a moth sleeping in the folds of your dress. burnt out because he turned out such a mess. he'd caught sight of a light that called his name. caught
parked in your car, you're safe, you're saved. and though your hands shake and your lungs ache and the belt chafes, somehow you're still safe. four feet
