Sitting by candlelight, sucking back kriptonite in vain.
Used up message tape, nowhere to escape, locked in my chair.
Watching my silhoutte, sucking back cigarettes in peace.
The golden age of call display is thankfully here.
I see your mouth moving, but suddenly I think I'm deaf.
I used to hear you but...
All your talk is cheap skywritting, it's big and bold until the smoke clears.
A gust of wind and words are re-arranging, and suddenly the message disappears.
Cranking my radio, drowning out Romeo with bass.
It's thundering and quieting., I'm riding the storm.
I see you scream at me but I pretend I'm somewhere else.
I used to here you but...
All your talk is cheap skywritting, it's big and bold until the smoke clears.
A gust of wind and words are re-arranging, and suddenly the message disappears.
Non-essential information, a hurricane of aggravation.
Your head is high above the clouds, go write a best seller now.
I thought I heard something, but maybe it was just a dream,
I used to hear you but now I know.
All your talk is cheap skywritting, it's big and bold until the smoke claers.
A gust of wind and words are re-arranging, and suddenly the message disappears.