| Song | Like a Radio |
| Artist | Over the Rhine |
| Album | Amateur Shortwave Radio |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Confused | |
| Ever since I spied you in the rooms of my mind | |
| Now I can’t deny you | |
| Bleeding and bruised | |
| Like a vagabond in rags i’ve walked the streets to you door | |
| To find just what’s in store | |
| I see you | |
| You and many others in your clean well-lighted place | |
| Where I would find disgrace | |
| But I do | |
| Know i’d find contentment just to be your furniture | |
| I need nothing more | |
| In the thick of the night take me out of the cold | |
| Let me sing inside | |
| Like a radio | |
| In the thick of the night before we grow too old | |
| Let me sing inside | |
| Like a radio | |
| Shivering and cold this night’s conducive to a | |
| Flight into my soul but I stand here | |
| Though my heart grows bold | |
| Once on the inside I can quietly persist | |
| And hold my tears | |
| And so still I wait | |
| Though I grow much weaker | |
| I will not faint | |
| I’ll stay true | |
| Believe me when I say | |
| I’d climb to heaven | |
| Crawl beneath the lowest hell | |
| To stay near you |
| Confused | |
| Ever since I spied you in the rooms of my mind | |
| Now I can' t deny you | |
| Bleeding and bruised | |
| Like a vagabond in rags i' ve walked the streets to you door | |
| To find just what' s in store | |
| I see you | |
| You and many others in your clean welllighted place | |
| Where I would find disgrace | |
| But I do | |
| Know i' d find contentment just to be your furniture | |
| I need nothing more | |
| In the thick of the night take me out of the cold | |
| Let me sing inside | |
| Like a radio | |
| In the thick of the night before we grow too old | |
| Let me sing inside | |
| Like a radio | |
| Shivering and cold this night' s conducive to a | |
| Flight into my soul but I stand here | |
| Though my heart grows bold | |
| Once on the inside I can quietly persist | |
| And hold my tears | |
| And so still I wait | |
| Though I grow much weaker | |
| I will not faint | |
| I' ll stay true | |
| Believe me when I say | |
| I' d climb to heaven | |
| Crawl beneath the lowest hell | |
| To stay near you |
| Confused | |
| Ever since I spied you in the rooms of my mind | |
| Now I can' t deny you | |
| Bleeding and bruised | |
| Like a vagabond in rags i' ve walked the streets to you door | |
| To find just what' s in store | |
| I see you | |
| You and many others in your clean welllighted place | |
| Where I would find disgrace | |
| But I do | |
| Know i' d find contentment just to be your furniture | |
| I need nothing more | |
| In the thick of the night take me out of the cold | |
| Let me sing inside | |
| Like a radio | |
| In the thick of the night before we grow too old | |
| Let me sing inside | |
| Like a radio | |
| Shivering and cold this night' s conducive to a | |
| Flight into my soul but I stand here | |
| Though my heart grows bold | |
| Once on the inside I can quietly persist | |
| And hold my tears | |
| And so still I wait | |
| Though I grow much weaker | |
| I will not faint | |
| I' ll stay true | |
| Believe me when I say | |
| I' d climb to heaven | |
| Crawl beneath the lowest hell | |
| To stay near you |