Come in here and have a taste Yeah what's one more hopeless case When your short wave dies and there's no one to listen And the stars going cold in your solar system Well her lips were red and her hair was brown Yeah feeling like the luckiest kids in town She said "I'll follow you boy to the ends of the earth" Said "I'm not going that far for what it's worth" And I really love to see you like this The moonlight dripping off your fingertips Off your fingertips Well put all your love where it hurts the most Expect a little visit from the Holy Ghost But when your short wave dies and there's no one to listen The stars going cold in your solar system