Give me the news on the rocks If i built a house for every story I could shelter this whole country
Cause I've still got my broken radio And maybe it can't kiss or hug But it can sing to save me
Is it weird that I go deaf? When you say that your sorry... Babe, you're making this clear That not everything can be fixed And even though you've made a perfect Still I sit here listening
Cause I've still got my broken radio And maybe it can't kiss or hug But it can sing to save me
[she'll come back for more but now i'm keeping score]
She'll come back with misery To rip everything right out of me I'm just a ragdoll to this princess Then put up for sale again When there's pieces of cotton falling out Well, who would want me now? Cause i'd make a mess all over
Cause I've still got my broken radio And maybe it can't kiss or hug But it can sing to save me