They are playing what should have been our song on the radio
Don’t they know our story in the studio?
The tones that filled my empty bed,
the tones floating from your honey head
I just wonder, love: why are you so woeful,
Can’t you see, you’r beautiful?
Oh, always so beautiful.
just for me.


They are playing what should have been our song on the radio
Darling did you have to tell me to go?
The words that sewed my lips to one,
The silent shriek were your smell has gone
I’m just saying, love: I can’t find your fire,
Can’t you se, you’r the one who inspire
Oh, always inspired me.
just me


They aren’t playing what should have been our song on the radio
I can’t find the right channel anymore.
I’m just sitting here in my empty bed
And letting in the smell of your honey head
I’m just thinking, love: do you remember still,
The fire that lasted from Russia to Brazil
Oh, the flaming fire that were
just for me