Never Even Told Me Her Name

	作曲 : Jordan, Maddock, Pritchard ...
	Never Even Told Me Her Name
	Air Traffic
	Suzy was a gladragclad
	clown runaround
	Never even told me her name
	But I found it in a half
	burnt pin up Polaroid
	Smiling through
	wall at her place
	Looking at her bed I sat
	Sucking on a cigarette
	Wonder why I bothered to chase
	When I'm tired of making time
	I'm tired of making time
	So I slip away
	on the story line
	I heard you on the Radio
	you were screaming out
	you grabbed me by my
	Heart and soul
	through the speakercone electric hands and
	Touched my face
	seemed to say
	we are here we are
	Suzy tried to call said
	I'm not waiting for
	You to come and sweep me away
	It isn't that I don't care
	I'm just all wired up
	Trying to think of something to say
	Clinging to a credit card
	Waiting for the phone to stop
	Take me back to heaven again
	'cus I'm tired of making time
	I'm tired of making sound
	So I slip away
	on the story line
	I heard you on the Radio
	you were screaming out
	you grabbed me by my
	Heart and soul
	through the speakercone electric hands and
	Touched my face seemed to say
	we are here we are
	Don't stop Don't stop I'm coming
	Down where I can
	find my feet again
	So I slip away
	on the story line
	I heard you on the Radio
	you were screaming out
	you grabbed me by my
	Heart and soul
	through the speakercone electric hands and
	Touched my face seemed to say
	we are here we are

	zuò qǔ : Jordan, Maddock, Pritchard ...
	Never Even Told Me Her Name
	Air Traffic
	Suzy was a gladragclad
	clown runaround
	Never even told me her name
	But I found it in a half
	burnt pin up Polaroid
	Smiling through
	wall at her place
	Looking at her bed I sat
	Sucking on a cigarette
	Wonder why I bothered to chase
	When I' m tired of making time
	I' m tired of making time
	So I slip away
	on the story line
	I heard you on the Radio
	you were screaming out
	you grabbed me by my
	Heart and soul
	through the speakercone electric hands and
	Touched my face
	seemed to say
	we are here we are
	Suzy tried to call said
	I' m not waiting for
	You to come and sweep me away
	It isn' t that I don' t care
	I' m just all wired up
	Trying to think of something to say
	Clinging to a credit card
	Waiting for the phone to stop
	Take me back to heaven again
	' cus I' m tired of making time
	I' m tired of making sound
	So I slip away
	on the story line
	I heard you on the Radio
	you were screaming out
	you grabbed me by my
	Heart and soul
	through the speakercone electric hands and
	Touched my face seemed to say
	we are here we are
	Don' t stop Don' t stop I' m coming
	Down where I can
	find my feet again
	So I slip away
	on the story line
	I heard you on the Radio
	you were screaming out
	you grabbed me by my
	Heart and soul
	through the speakercone electric hands and
	Touched my face seemed to say
	we are here we are