Lyrics - Radios Of Heaven by Odds

Now
I rush to the finger of light
I guess
I tore my head off
I hope there's something waiting for me
To make my exit pay-off
Taste and smell and touch
Have faded from pollution
As a last resort
I chose the stupidest solution
The first thing
I did when
I got in the gate
Was crank up the left-hand dial
I got there first
The track star seemed to take a while
Now
I can dance like
Nureyev
With these wings on my body
St.
Peter complains that it's too loud in the lobby
And
I hear the voice of
God
He's brilliant on the microphone
And the radio in heaven
Can make a heathen feel at home
All these notes flying out play havoc with my heart
Every word sung is both emotional & smart
There's a gorgeous sunset
Happening on the airwaves
I really want you to hear this song one day
So you behave
And
I hear the voice of
God
He's brilliant on the microphone
And the radio in heaven
Can make a heathen feel at home
At home

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