Suzie was a gladrag,
Clad-clown runaround,
Never Even Told Me Her Name
But I found it in a half-burnt pin up polaroid,
Smiling through the wall at her place
*?*,
Sucking on a cigarette,
I wonder why I bother to chase,
When I'm tired of making time,
I'm tired of breaking time
So I slip away,
On a stormy night
I heard you on the radio,
You were screaming out
You grabbed me by the heart and soul,
Through the speaker oh,
Electric hands that touched my face,
Seemed to say "we are here",
We are
Suzie tried to call I said,
"I'm not waiting for,
You to come and sweep me away"
It isn't that I don't care,
I'm just all wired out,
Trying to think of something to say
Clinging to a credit card,
Waiting for the phone to start,
And take me back to heaven again
'Cause I'm tired of making time,
I'm tired of making sound
So I slip away,
On a stormy night
I heard you on the radio,
You were screaming out
You grabbed me by the heart and soul,
Through the speaker oh,
Electric hands that touched my face,
Seemed to say "we are here",
We are
Oh oh oh oh
Don't stop,
Don't stop,
I'm coming,
Somewhere where I can find my feet again
So I slip away,
On a stormy night
I heard you on the radio,
You were screaming out
You grabbed me by the heart and soul,
Through the speaker oh,
Electric hands that touched my face,
Seemed to say "we are here",
We are