Sitting by candlelight, sucking back kryptonite in vain. Used up message
tape, nowhere to escape, locked in my chair. Watching my silhouette,
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 skywriting, it's big & bold until the smoke has
cleared. A gust of wind & words are re-arranging, and suddenly the
message disappears.
Cranking my radio, drowning out Romeo with bass. It's thundering &
quieting, I'm riding the storm. I see you scream at me but I pretend I'm
somewhere else. I used to hear you but....
(chorus)
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.
