Radio Cure

Cheer up, honey, I hope you can

There is something wrong with me

My mind is filled with silvery stars

Honey, kisses, clouds of fog

Shoulders shrugging off

Cheer up, honey, I hope you can

There is something wrong wit h me

My mind is filled with radio cures

Electronic surgical words

Picking apples for kings and queens of things I have never seen

Oh, distance has no way of making love understandable

Cheer up, honey, I hope you can

There is something wrong with me

My mind is filled with silvery stars

Honey, kisses, clouds of fog

Picking apples for the kings and queens of things I've never seen

Oh, distance has no way of making love understandable

Oh, distance has no way of making love understandable

Oh, distance has no way of making love understandable

Oh, distance the way of making love understandable

Oh, distance the way of making love understandable

Cheer up honey, I hope you can...