Stars. Nightsongs. My Radio [am Mix]. Zeneszám

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 all the people's eyes
And when they disappear
Words get lost in the atmosphere

The truth I tell
I tell the truth
Sixteen on a summer roof
You ask for facts
Well I'll give you proof

Hot 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

He speaks in a voice I know
Sounds 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 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 go my radio
Will play a melody that lingers

All I want is my radio
Station ninety-nine point oh
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
I barely even feel it though

All day long I fantasize
In the dark, behind all the people's eyes
And then they slowly disappear
Words get lost in the atmosphere

The truth I'll tell
I'll tell the truth
Sixteen on a summer roof
You ask for the facts
We'll give you proof
Well 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... (repeated fade out)