You were so wrong so so long and i might have Been there if you were there to be right so tight Wrapped around and i'm beaten down by your Your hand i wan't take this it just takes too much Time but i'd never want to know the way you move So right i'd never want to know the gist of a show on A late night saturday night one o'clock on the clock Radio so much time left for me to write so many lines Left for me to write i'll just say goodnight and i'll stand Here for youe smile and my hands won't take this it just Takes too much time but you already understand So i'll hand it over to you and we'll picture it in your Hands from now on three o'clock on the radio time To unwind thoughts i've collected pressed scenes All day carried hours away on a blank page and Stare if you eyes are there and if you're eyes are There i'll follow