by Jim Howe
Your dirty wings
And crooked halo
None of those things
Will get you through your holiday
The cancelled letters
Lost their way home
Lines denied though forever
Running down your face
There's no doubt about it
You're bleeding through
There's no doubt about it
I'm reading you
Find the frequency, yeah
And turn your dial
Set to receive
The flickering faith you crave
Declare the time
And place you go to
Relieve your mind
And warm your heart on the carrier wave
There's no doubt about it
You're bleeding through
There's no doubt about it
I'm reading you
Your dirty wings
And crooked halo
None of those things
Will get you through your holiday
The cancelled letters
Lost their way home
Lines denied though forever
Running down your face
There's no doubt about it
You're bleeding through
There's no doubt about it
I'm reading you
Find the frequency, yeah
And turn your dial
Set to receive
The flickering faith you crave
Declare the time
And place you go to
Relieve your mind
And warm your heart on the carrier wave
There's no doubt about it
You're bleeding through
There's no doubt about it
I'm reading you
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