It came from nowhere On the 38 Geary A girl with a backpack of shrapnel and wire Through spiderweb windows Of blood stained glass A pagoda's shadow and a cruel sunny sky Oh the flash then the silence Shouldn't there be screaming praying crying Oh anything at all Tell me where are the sirens Fire's getting closer but I've got to stay calm
It's just the radio darling, Just the radio and your runaway imagination Just the radio darling We can turn away to another station
Outside they're handing out Fate to the wounded Little tags in black red yellow, and green It's now my twenty-fith hour With a scalpel in hand If I stop moving I will sleep on my feet And the rumors are seething Gunfire at freeway exits, bridges mid-barricades I can feel the fog creeping God where is the morphine, the sweet lidocaine
It's just the radio
Sing me a love song dear What good has the news ever done me Come on it'll never happen here, oh no We are not some third world country This is not some third world country
I'm sorry Mama I held on for as long as I could I'm sorry Papa There was nothing more I could do
It's just the radioTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
