Air Traffic - Never Even Told Me Her Name lyrics

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 s**ing 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 a stormy night 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 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