Never Even Told Me Her Name

Suzy was a glad-rag-clad clown run-around
Never even told me her name
But I found it in a half-burnt pin-up Polaroid
Smiling through the wall at her placeLooking 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 timeSo I slip away on the stormy night
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 areSuzy 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 sayClinging 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 soundSo I slip away on the stormy night
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 areOh oh oh oh oh oh ohDon't stop Don't stop I'm coming
Down where I can find my feet againSo I slip away on the stormy 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