Radio Report
I need a sweet lemon ice tea for the road
A body bag full of empty clothes
A cigarette and somewhere I can stay
Because what we had you've torn to shreds
The radio reporter said
A trillion eyes are all upon us now
Got to stay, got to stay out of sight
Far away from the darkest nights
Loose from your strangle hold on love
If I could escape I would
Got to run, got to run out of here
Your perfume lingers in the air
Too hot to handle too hot to fear
My body longs for you my dear
I need a sweet lemon ice tea for the road
A body bag full of empty clothes
A cigarette and somewhere I can stay
Because what we had you've torn to shreds
A million miles from the closest bed
A trillion eyes are all upon us now
The radio reporter said
Below my chest I held my cards
But I wasn't getting far
Sitting by the phone for days and days
My brain full of radio waves
Take him or leave him
Cause you'll, never believe him
And your, friends have been whispering
In my ears
What do you want from me
My everything the words I bleed
The emptiness, the evergreens
This radio reporters dreams
I need a sweet lemon ice tea for the road
A body bag full of empty clothes
A cigarette and somewhere I can stay
Because what we had you've torn to shreds
A million miles from the closest bed
A trillion eyes are all upon us now
I need a sweet lemon ice tea for the road
A body bag full of empty clothes
A cigarette and somewhere I can stay
Because what we had you've torn to shreds
A million miles from the closest bed
A trillion eyes are all upon us now
A body bag full of empty clothes
A cigarette and somewhere I can stay
Because what we had you've torn to shreds
The radio reporter said
A trillion eyes are all upon us now
Got to stay, got to stay out of sight
Far away from the darkest nights
Loose from your strangle hold on love
If I could escape I would
Got to run, got to run out of here
Your perfume lingers in the air
Too hot to handle too hot to fear
My body longs for you my dear
I need a sweet lemon ice tea for the road
A body bag full of empty clothes
A cigarette and somewhere I can stay
Because what we had you've torn to shreds
A million miles from the closest bed
A trillion eyes are all upon us now
The radio reporter said
Below my chest I held my cards
But I wasn't getting far
Sitting by the phone for days and days
My brain full of radio waves
Take him or leave him
Cause you'll, never believe him
And your, friends have been whispering
In my ears
What do you want from me
My everything the words I bleed
The emptiness, the evergreens
This radio reporters dreams
I need a sweet lemon ice tea for the road
A body bag full of empty clothes
A cigarette and somewhere I can stay
Because what we had you've torn to shreds
A million miles from the closest bed
A trillion eyes are all upon us now
I need a sweet lemon ice tea for the road
A body bag full of empty clothes
A cigarette and somewhere I can stay
Because what we had you've torn to shreds
A million miles from the closest bed
A trillion eyes are all upon us now
Credits
Writer(s): Harvey Mcnevin
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