On The Radio - Regina Spektor

Congratulations on the mess you made of things I'm trying to reconstruct the air and all that brings And oxidation is the compromise you own But this is beginning to feel like the dog wants a bone, say La, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la You force your fire and then you falsify your deeds Your methods dot the disconnect from all your creeds And fortune strives to fill the vacuum that it feeds But this is beginning to feel like the dog's lost a lead, say La, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la This is beginning to feel like the long winded blues of the never This is beginning to feel like it's curling up slowly and finding a throat to choke This is beginning to feel like the long winded blues of the never Barely controlled locomotive consuming the picture and blowing the crows, the smoke This is beginning to feel like the long winded blues of the never Static explosion devoted to crushing the broken and shoving their souls to ghost Eternalized, objectified, you set your sights so high But this is beginning to feel like the bolt busted loose from the lever Never mind, death professor Your structure's fine, my dust is better Your victim flies so high All to catch a bird's eye view of who's next Never you mind, death professor 'Cause love is life, my love is better Your victim flies so high Eyes could be the diamonds confused with who's next Never you mind, death professor Your shocks are fine, my struts are better Your fiction flies so high Y'all could use a doctor who's sick, who's next? Never you mind, death professor Electrified, my love is better It's crystallized, so am I All could be the diamond fused with who's next This is beginning to feel like the dawn of a loser forever This is beginning to feel like the dawn of a loser forever This is beginning to feel like the dawn of a loser forever This is beginning to feel like the dawn of a loser forever

Your slim frame Your eager eyes and your wild mane Oh, they keep me where I belong All wrapped up in wrong You're to blame For wasted words of sad refrain Oh, let them take me where they may Believe me when I say I will be your accident if you will be my ambulance And I will be your screech and crash if you will be my crutch and cast And I will be your one more time if you will be my one last chance Oh oh, fall for me Your slim frame Your simple stare and your wrong, wrong name Oh, they keep me where I belong All strung out in song Why so tame? We could shoot wilder vines through younger veins Sip slow from night's deep wells And watch our gardens swell Once the seeds are sown Wild and overgrown, you'll see Heart's colors changed like leaves Oh sweet, sweet tree, fall for me Fall fast, fall free, fall for me Because I will be your ambulance if you will be my accident And I will be your screech and crash if you will be my crutch and cast And I will be your one more time if you will be my one last chance Oh sweet tree, fall with me Fall fast, fall free, fall with me

Out of the quiet Out of the sunrise I hear the birdsong Give way to sirens I hear the voices Give way to silence It looks like fire But it's just sunshine Waters are rising Forests are burning Hearts always hurt more While they are learning Saying goodbye to The ones they have come from Saying goodbye to The ones they have run from Out of the sirens Might come the birdsong Out of the silence Might come the love song After the love song Might come the sunrise After the sunrise Might come the silence...

My eyes are bi-focal My hands are sub-jointed I live in the future In my pre-war apartment And I count all my blessings I have friends in high places And I'm upgraded daily All my wires without traces Hooked into machine Hooked into machine Hooked into machine I'm hooked into Hooked into Hooked into machine Hooked into machine Hooked into machine I'm hooked into Hooked into machine I collect my moments Into a correspondence With a mightier power Who just lacks my perspectives And who lacks my organics And who covets my defects And I'm downloaded daily I am part of a composite Hooked into machine Hooked into machine Hooked into machine I'm hooked into Hooked into Hooked into machine Hooked into machine Hooked into machine I'm hooked into Hooked into machine Everything's provided Consummate consumer Part of worldly taking Apart from worldly troubles Living in your pre-war apartment Soon to be your post-war apartment And you live in the future And the future It's here It's bright It's now