You were so wrong so so long and i might have
Been there if you were there to be right so tight
Wrapped around and i’m beaten down by your
Your hand i wan’t take this it just takes too much
Time but i’d never want to know the way you move
So right i’d never want to know the gist of a show on A late night saturday night one o’clock on the clock
Radio so much time left for me to write so many lines
Left for me to write i’ll just say goodnight and i’ll stand
Here for youe smile and my hands won’t take this it just
Takes too much time but you already understand
So i’ll hand it over to you and we’ll picture it in your
Hands from now on three o’clock on the radio time
To unwind thoughts i’ve collected pressed scenes
All day carried hours away on a blank page and
Stare if you eyes are there and if you’re eyes are
There i’ll follow