My Song On The Radio

All I’ve got is this night, and these hands, to escape myself from underneath this thick skin. And all I’ve got is dreams; all I ever had was dreams. And all I’ve got is this throat, that¹s been slit. It's bleeding all the sick blood from out of my head. And all I’ve got is dreams; all I ever had was dreams. And what you need is never what you have; it¹s always something else. And what you need, is never ever here, It¹s always nowhere near. And this song on the radio, is giving me the bends. And this heart beats against my face and it¹s keeping me awake. All I’ve got is this hope that¹s been here, operating vital organs for years. All I’ve got are dreams; all I’ve ever had were dreams. All I’ve got is this dream with this fear that¹s been laying me down sleepless for the past years, all I’ve got is hope, all I’ve ever had was hope. What you need is never what you have; it¹s always something else. And what you need is never ever here; it¹s always nowhere near. Sometimes my heart beats so hard that I can’t take the sound of itI can’t take the sound of it