Robyn Hitchcock, The Egyptians - Driving Aloud (Radio Storm) lyrics

Take a breath, take a breath, take a breath
Honey take it on me
'Cause your lungs are in terrible shape
And it's easy to see
I've been X raying you since
You walked into here
You've got nothing to hope
You've got nothing to fear
Heartburn and chemistry and lung disease
Make mincemeat of your passion
On days like these

And everything you say is like sugar
The sweeter it gets you know I lick it away

Radio forecast: intermittent storms
Tidal waves that change their forms yeah!
With a knot in your heart you're
Afraid of the galaxy way
And I hand you a tape of my songs
Which you always mislay
And your diagram was nervous when
I saw you on TV you're so vulnerable, honey
Now you're fatter than me
I've got a Harrison Ford poster
Rolled up in my desk
I'd sign it for you, dude
If you'd only request

And everything you say is like iron
It smashes me up but it's brittle inside

Radio forecast: intermittent storms
Tidal waves that change their forms yeah!

You need love, baby, love, baby
Love don't you throw it away
It's the musk on your tongue and your
Hoof that are making me stay
In a bar in Sacramento on a cloudy afternoon
Cutting paper napkins into
Little crescent moons
Decision making apparatus can't
Survive your death "Good morning
Mr seagrove have you met
My dead friend Seth?"
No sir-I haven't had that pleasure yet

But everything you say is like acid
It eats me away but there's something inside

Radio forecast: intermittent storms
Tidal waves that change their forms
What am I going to do with
Myself if I lose you? What am I going to do
With myself if you stay?
Jesus could raise the dead, Jesus could fly
Jesus could raise the dead, Jesus could fly
No sweat No sweat at all

And everything you say is an ocean
It's keeping me up but it's pulling me down

Radio forecast: intermittent storms
Tidal waves that change their forms
Radio forecast: intermittent storms
Tidal waves that change their forms