He grew up just a little too fast. A loss and need that's on his past. I can hear him humming from the other side of the room. Guess he's got rythm, cause he hums every time he's blue.
Oh, radio, bleed me a melody That will make this boy cry. That will make him wonder why he was so cold.
Broken glass and a pretty face. Silent mourn, full of hate. Quiet face, silent mourn. Screaming for consequence,
That will make this boy cry. That will make him wonder why he was so cold.
Write him a song that reminds him of a time When he wasn't tumbling down, down, tumbling down.
That will make this boy cry. That will make him wonder why he was so cold.
Radio, radio, radio, lead me a melody. Radio, radio, radio, lead me a melody. Radio, radio, radio, that boy's got rythm cus he hums every time.