Suzy was a glad rag clad
clown run around
Never even told me her name
But I found it in a half burnt
pin up Polaroid
Smiling through the wall
at her place
Looking at her bed I sat
Sucking on a cigarette
Wonder why I bothered to chase
When I'm tired of making time
I'm tired of making time
So I slip away on the
story line
I heard you on the Radio
you were screaming out
you grabbed me by my Heart
and soul through the
speakercone electric hands and
Touched my face seemed to say
we are here
we are
Suzy tried to call said
I'm not waiting for You to come
and sweep me away
It isn't that I don't care
I'm just all wired up
Trying to think of
something to say
Clinging to a credit card
Waiting for the phone to stop
Take me back to heaven again
'cus I'm tired of making time
I'm tired of making sound
So I slip away
on the story line
I heard you on the Radio
you were screaming out
you grabbed me by my Heart
and soul through the
speakercone electric hands and
Touched my face seemed to say
we are here we are
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Don't stop Don't stop
I'm coming
Down where I can
find my feet again
So I slip away
on the story line
I heard you on the Radio
you were screaming out
you grabbed me by my Heart
and soul through the
speakercone electric hands and
Touched my face seemed to say
we are here we are