| Song | Static on the Radio |
| Artist | Jim White |
| Album | Drill a Hole In That Substrate and Tell Me What You See |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : White | |
| 3 A.M. I'm awakened | |
| By a sweet summer rain | |
| Distant howling of a passing Southbound coal train | |
| Was I dreaming | |
| Or was there someone just lying here Beside me in this bed? | |
| Am I hearing things? | |
| Or in the next room | |
| Did a long forgotten music box just start playing? | |
| And I know (it's a sin putting words in the mouths of the dead) | |
| And I know (it's a crime to weave your wishes into what they said) | |
| And I know (only fools venture where them spirits tread) | |
| 'Cause I know (every word, every sound bouncing 'round my head) | |
| Is just static on the radio | |
| (Everything I think I know is just static on the radio) | |
| Now there's a church house | |
| About a stone's throw down | |
| From this place where I been staying | |
| It's Sunday morning | |
| And I'm sittin' in my truck | |
| Listening to my neighbor sing | |
| Ten years ago I might have joined in | |
| But don't time change those inclined | |
| To think less of what is written | |
| Than what's wrote between the lines? | |
| 'Cause I know (dreams are for those who are asleep in bed) | |
| And I know (it's a sin putting words in the mouths of the dead) | |
| 'Cause I know (for all my ruminations I can't change a thing | |
| Still I hope (there's others out there who are listening) | |
| To the static on the radio | |
| (Everything I think I know is just static on the radio | |
| Static on the radio | |
| (Ain't praying for miracles, I'm just down on my knees) | |
| Static on the radio | |
| (Listening for the song behind everything I think I know) | |
| Static on the radio | |
| (Everything I think I know is just static on the radio) |
| zuo ci : White | |
| 3 A. M. I' m awakened | |
| By a sweet summer rain | |
| Distant howling of a passing Southbound coal train | |
| Was I dreaming | |
| Or was there someone just lying here Beside me in this bed? | |
| Am I hearing things? | |
| Or in the next room | |
| Did a long forgotten music box just start playing? | |
| And I know it' s a sin putting words in the mouths of the dead | |
| And I know it' s a crime to weave your wishes into what they said | |
| And I know only fools venture where them spirits tread | |
| ' Cause I know every word, every sound bouncing ' round my head | |
| Is just static on the radio | |
| Everything I think I know is just static on the radio | |
| Now there' s a church house | |
| About a stone' s throw down | |
| From this place where I been staying | |
| It' s Sunday morning | |
| And I' m sittin' in my truck | |
| Listening to my neighbor sing | |
| Ten years ago I might have joined in | |
| But don' t time change those inclined | |
| To think less of what is written | |
| Than what' s wrote between the lines? | |
| ' Cause I know dreams are for those who are asleep in bed | |
| And I know it' s a sin putting words in the mouths of the dead | |
| ' Cause I know for all my ruminations I can' t change a thing | |
| Still I hope there' s others out there who are listening | |
| To the static on the radio | |
| Everything I think I know is just static on the radio | |
| Static on the radio | |
| Ain' t praying for miracles, I' m just down on my knees | |
| Static on the radio | |
| Listening for the song behind everything I think I know | |
| Static on the radio | |
| Everything I think I know is just static on the radio |
| zuò cí : White | |
| 3 A. M. I' m awakened | |
| By a sweet summer rain | |
| Distant howling of a passing Southbound coal train | |
| Was I dreaming | |
| Or was there someone just lying here Beside me in this bed? | |
| Am I hearing things? | |
| Or in the next room | |
| Did a long forgotten music box just start playing? | |
| And I know it' s a sin putting words in the mouths of the dead | |
| And I know it' s a crime to weave your wishes into what they said | |
| And I know only fools venture where them spirits tread | |
| ' Cause I know every word, every sound bouncing ' round my head | |
| Is just static on the radio | |
| Everything I think I know is just static on the radio | |
| Now there' s a church house | |
| About a stone' s throw down | |
| From this place where I been staying | |
| It' s Sunday morning | |
| And I' m sittin' in my truck | |
| Listening to my neighbor sing | |
| Ten years ago I might have joined in | |
| But don' t time change those inclined | |
| To think less of what is written | |
| Than what' s wrote between the lines? | |
| ' Cause I know dreams are for those who are asleep in bed | |
| And I know it' s a sin putting words in the mouths of the dead | |
| ' Cause I know for all my ruminations I can' t change a thing | |
| Still I hope there' s others out there who are listening | |
| To the static on the radio | |
| Everything I think I know is just static on the radio | |
| Static on the radio | |
| Ain' t praying for miracles, I' m just down on my knees | |
| Static on the radio | |
| Listening for the song behind everything I think I know | |
| Static on the radio | |
| Everything I think I know is just static on the radio |