a radio address歌词

i miss you today; solid black rain came from the sky
a hand on your vest; a radio address came from the sky
i had you in color, something i lost in the covers
please don't rehearse your name
i hide in your clothes, the cracks in your toes will be just fine
the temperature calls for morphine, and fall will be on time
in postcards, every pause, in light-up matches and mattresses
watching your eyes repeat
the curves in your back, a similar jacket on some face
remember the cars, and pushing quite hard
outside, the rain