Elephantelephone - On The Radio lyrics

[Verse 1] When your picture-frame fell off the wall The shattered gla** was sharp and cut A hole in my arm Just below the elbow And the blood ran down my wrist And wrapped my fingers In a sticky scarlet mess Then dripped down to Your shattered picture-frame And stained your smiling face Staring back at me with poise and grace And complacency You never meant to rip the apple from the tree And when the mush inside our brains Drips out and stains the pavement We will scrub and scrub Until no trace of what we thought or felt remains To change the world or To taint the game The rules will stay the same The pavement will stay clean And folks will be content To let bad music [Pre-Chorus] Play on the radio Everybody sing (whoa-oa) I think it's time to take the sh** out of the show On the radio Everybody sing (whoa whoa whoa-oa whoa whoa) [Chorus] Well I believe That there is love in the world But it can be a real cold place Especially in the winter But if everybody frowned Then there would be nobody left To press their lips against mine And I'd be frowning with them [Verse 2] When the words inside my mind Are inked on paper I lose track of just what I set out to say And something else takes over Guides my ballpoint pen From line to line And I've slept inside the dens of lions And the sounds they make While sleeping on my dreams And fill my mind With a terrifying mess of other things Of less important things like Ripping apples out of trees And broken picture frames And what they all could mean [Chorus] Well I believe That there is love in the world But it can be a real cold place Especially in the winter But if everybody frowned Then there would be nobody left To press their lips against mine And I'd be frowning with them