Chris Walla

Radio
When I was a radio gliding through slate skies at dawn Reception was marginal But I still sang along as you clung to your balcony And tried not to drown You called in an SOS and I turned around You were spitting out fiberglass Still hot from the blaze Afraid that your fire escape would smolder for days Don't part it out Take it all That's efficiency to me Aus Songtexte Mania