Song Lyrics
You re an escape artist, leave us hanging on your legend as you exit through the tape recorder
ten hit records
and the radio
Reel to reel, ten hit records
You ve imagined outside the door, you re an escape artist
the greatest songs i ll never hear from a band you started in your mind
Leave us hanging on your legend as you exit through the tape recorder, and the radio
ten hit records
Reel to reel, you re an escape artist, yes we love a statement
reel to reel
Ten hit records, i sing like our mother, ten hit records
With eyes like lightning, ten hit records
Is it true you re not in your room, put away the hairbrush and maybe something you don t know
Listen through your tin can as the road cuts circulation to your tune, leave us hanging on your legend as you exit through the tape recorder, listen through your tin can as the road cuts circulation to your tune
Leave us hanging on your legend as you exit through the tape recorder, leave us hanging on your legend as you exit through the tape recorder
and the radio
from the light out in the basement
you re a smooth talker
yes we love a statement
Invisible audience, reel to reel
From the light out in the basement, we knew that there d be trouble coming soon, and the autograph seekers
Reel to reel, and the autograph seekers, you ve imagined outside the door
i sing like our mother
I sing like our mother, you re a smooth talker Reel, reel to reel
Listen through your tin can as the road cuts circulation to your tune, i fashion myself after you from my suicide electric puzzle, is it true you re not in your room
You re an escape artist, ten hit records To, from the light out in the basement
I read it in the tabloids in a truck stop in a thunderstorm, i sing like our mother Damien, you re a smooth talker
reel to reel
We knew that there d be trouble coming soon, you ve imagined outside the door
from the light out in the basement
Reel to reel, put away the hairbrush and maybe something you don t know
i sing like our mother
We knew that there d be trouble coming soon, i sing like our mother
is it true you re not in your room
listen through your tin can as the road cuts circulation to your tune
We knew that there d be trouble coming soon, and the autograph seekers