Talk Radio

Get up, get up, get up
And wake up to, a city
Where forgetting who you are
Is all too easy...
This is a sad throwback to a summer’s past
The siren wails again
You won’t try that again
God is waiting

I’ve made peace with all my flaws
Stuck here, counting all the walls
Still learning things from talk radio
Like now, the place that I was born
The streets are filled with bird song
You only hear ‘cos things are going wrong

I know it must be hard
But after we’re gone, just face it
As the day becomes the night
My time was wasted
Missing the way of the olden days
I know you feel the same
It’s all been locked away
What a waste...

I’ve got post-traumatic needs
Lights out, on the smoky streets
Bleach burned, and covered in paper dust
Not really getting any sleep
Let’s have another cup of tea
The only answer, that makes some sense to me, to me

So get up, get up, get up
And wake up to, a city
Where forgetting who you are
Is all too easy...
This is a sad throwback to a summer’s past
The siren wails again
You won’t try that again
Keep God waiting
You won’t try that again, no
God is waiting
Please don’t try that again
God is waiting