Picasso Blue - ...On the Radio (Once More, With Feeling) Lyrics

There used to be songs we'd sing in our sleep
Back when every moment felt like it was some kind of movie scene
When we were young and running wild in the streets
But then I got older, now I'm so much older
I used to see everyone I love every day
But now I just tell tomorrow he can stay one more day away
Until I can touch her and hear her say
That all of this, it's gonna be alright
I might forget her name before I hit the edge of town
But not the way she moved, I won't forget that sound
When she'd whisper, shaking, so only I could hear
Like some bedroom angel while there were gods played on the radio
We left for a town where all our dreams, they were gonna come true
We said our past was forgotten, said we were gonna be brand new
Yeah, but then I got laid out, I was bloodied and bruised
After boxing with the shadows on the walls in my own head
Now everything I drink to get through sleepless nights
Lead to the words I say that don't come out right
I'd go get lost in a record store, or at a late night show
But all I hear these days is static from my radio
Live my life under stage lights, waiting for the next show
Playing these songs from my dreams, the ones that we all know
From the bars to the bedrooms you can hear our voices sing
I keep moving from town to town down these open roads
I'm running from memories, I'm chasing after her ghosts
When I get lost in the music, I can almost still believe
That Jesus died with the record stores and God died with the radio
Yeah, Jesus died for the record stores and God died on the radio