Album Name : Rachmaninov: The Divine Liturgy of St. John Chrysostom
Release Date : 2006-10-01
Song Duration : 1:24
He Is We Radio
He grew up just a little too fast,
Lost the need it’s all in his past.
I can hear him humming, from the other side of the room.
Guess he’s got rhythm, cause he hums everytime he’s blue.
Oh.
Radio,
Bleed me a melody.
That’ll make this boy cry,
Oh, oh, oh.
Radio,
Bleed me a melody.
That’ll make him wonder why,
He was so cold.
Broken glass and a pretty face,
Silent mourn full of hate.
Quiet face,
Silent mourn.
Screaming for consequence,
Bleeding for more.
Radio,
Bleed me a melody,
That’ll make this boy cry.
Oh, oh, oh.
Radio,
Bleed me a melody.
That’ll make him wonder why,
He was so cold.
Play him a song,
That reminds him of a time.
When he wasn’t tumbling, down, down.
Tumbling down.
Radio,
Bleed me a melody.
That’ll make this boy cry,
Oh, oh, oh.
Radio,
Bleed me a melody.
That’ll make him wonder why,
He was so cold.
Radio, Radio.
Radio, (Radio).
Bleed me a melody.
Radio, Radio.
Bleed me a melody.
Radio,
That boy’s got rhythm, cause he hums everytime he’s blue.
Radio, Radio.
