Hitchcock Robyn - Driving Aloud (radio Storm) lyrics

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Hitchcock Robyn - Driving Aloud (radio Storm) lyrics

Take a breath, take a breath, take a breath Honey take it on me 'Cause your lungs are in terrible shape and it's easy to see I've been X-raying you since you walked into here You've got nothing to hope You've got nothing to fear Heartburn and chemistry and lung disease Make mincemeat of your pa**ion on days like these And everything you say is like sugar The sweeter it gets you know I lick it away Radio forecast intermittent storms Tidal waves that change their forms Yeah! With a knot in your heart you're afraid of the galaxy way And I hand you a tape of my song which you always mislay And your diagram was nervous when I saw you on TV You're so vulnerable, honey, now you're fatter than me I've got a Harrison Ford poster rolled up in my desk -- I'd sign it for you, dude, if you'd only request And everything you say is like iron; It smashes me up but it's brittle inside Radio forecast intermittent storms Tidal waves that change their forms Yeah! You need love, baby, love, baby, love -- don't you throw it away; It's the musk on your tongue and your hoof that are making me stay In a bar in Sacramento on a cloudy afternoon Cutting paper napkins into little crescent moons Decision-making apparatus can't survive your d**h "Good morning, Mr. Seagrove -- have you met my dead friend Seth?" "No, sir, I haven't had that pleasure yet" But everything you say is like acid It eats me away, but there's something inside Radio forecast intermittent storms Tidal waves that change their forms Yeah! What am I going to do with myself if I lose you? What am I going to do with myself if you stay? Jesus could raise the dead, Jesus could fly Jesus could raise the dead, Jesus could fly No sweat. (Jesus could raise the dead, Jesus could fly) No sweat at all. (Jesus could raise the dead, Jesus could fly) And everything you say is an ocean; (Jesus could raise the dead, Jesus could fly) It's keeping me up but it's pulling me down (Jesus could raise the dead, Jesus could fly) Radio forecast intermittent storms Tidal waves that change their forms Yeah, Radio forecast intermittent storms Tidal waves that change their forms Ah!