And that fairy didn't want to hear me play her organ
She said I'm sad a story she wants her heart back
Words is all I have left to play
And when memories fade ...
Playing my vocal chords in a mute ochestra on a radio show
I host Angels' talk ain't cheap at the time of the night so
We let the tapes roll beneath our feet
as we glide on airwaves ...
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