Like A Radio

Like A Radio

words: Detweiler

music: Detweiler and Hordinski

recordings: Amateur Shortwave Radio, Till We Have Faces



confused

ever since i spied you in the rooms of my mind

now i can't deny you



bleeding and bruised

like a vagabond in rags i've walked the streets to you door

to find just what's in store



i see you

you and many others in your clean well-lighted place

where i would find disgrace



but i do

know i'd find contentment just to be your furniture

i need nothing more



in the thick of the night take me out of the cold

let me sing inside

like a radio

in the thick of the night before we grow too old

let me sing inside

like a radio



shivering and cold this night's conducive to a

flight into my soul but i stand here

though my heart grows bold

once on the inside i can quietly persist

and hold my tears



and so still i wait

though i grow much weaker

i will not faint

i'll stay true



believe me when i say

i'd climb to heaven

crawl beneath the lowest hell

to stay near you