A radio address - Sam Reynolds
Miss you today;
Solid black rain came from the sky
A hand on your vest
A radio address came from the sky
I had you in color
Something i lost in the covers
Please don't rehearse your name
I hide in your clothes
The cracks in your toes will be just fine
The temperature calls
For morphine and fall will be on time
In postcards every pause
In light-up matches and mattresses
Watching your eyes repeat
The curves in your back
A similar jacket on some face
Remember the cars and pushing quite hard
Outside the rain