Artist: Wilco
Album: Yankee Hotel Foxtrot (2002)
Title: Radio Cure
Lyrics Radio CureCheer up, honey, I hope you can
There is something wrong with me
My mind is filled with silvery stars
Honey kisses, clouds of fog
Sugars shrugging off
Cheer up, honey, I hope you can
There is something wrong with me
My mind is filled with radio cures
Electronic surgical words
Picking apples for kings and queens of things I’ve never seen
Oh, distance has no way of making love understandable
Cheer up, honey, I hope you can
There is something wrong with me
My mind is filled with silvery stars
Honey kisses, clouds of fog
Picking apples for kings and queens of things I’ve never seen
Oh, distance has no way of making love understandable
Oh, distance has no way of making love understandable
Oh, distance has no way of making love understandable
Oh, distance has no way of making love understandable
Cheer up, honey, I hope you can |
