this is what you see when you look in my direction: incandescent corset straws tied like wires.
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this is how it feels calling out, but no one even hears.
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the signals that we send over the air...
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over the air...
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over the air...
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over the air.
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when you say my name i want to split it from your lips and hide like whispers in the rain.
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when you say my name i want to stop it in your lungs and collect all of your blood to put in the radio.
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is this how it feels when you don't even fit into your own skin and it's getting tighter
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everyday and i'm getting smaller. if i keep holding my breath i'm going to dissapear.
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when you say my name i want to split it from your lips and hide like whispers in the rain.
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when you say my name i want to stop it in your lungs and collect all of your blood to put in the radio.
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there is nowhere to hide.
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they stole the love from our lives and put the sex on the radio.
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there's no where to hide.
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they stole the love from our lives and put the sex on....
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if i keep holding my breath all of this will fade away.
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if you keep driving we'll be lying in the rain.
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changing the shape
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folding like an envelope to keep each other in.
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shattered glass, broken lights, and mascara gets washed away by windshield wiper blades.
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say.
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shattered glass, broken looks, and mascara get washed away by windshield wiper blades.
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when you say my name i want to split it from your lips and hide like whispers in the rain.
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when you say my name i want to stop it in your lungs and collect all of your blood to put in the radio.
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there is nowhere to hide.
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they stole the love from our lives and put the sex on the radio.
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yeah - that's where we hide the love and lies and sex, on the radio
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Signals Over The Air (Live at The Starland Ballroom)
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