you were so wrong so so long and i might have   been there if you were there to be right so tight   wrapped around and i'm beaten down by your    your hand i wan't take this it just takes too much   time but i'd never want to know the way you move   so right i'd never want to know the gist of a show on   a late night saturday night one o'clock on the clock   radio so much time left for me to write so many lines   left for me to write i'll just say goodnight and i'll stand   here for youe smile and my hands won't take this it just   takes too much time but you already understand   so i'll hand it over to you and we'll picture it in your   hands from now on three o'clock on the radio time   to unwind thoughts i've collected pressed scenes    all day carried hours away on a blank page and   stare if you eyes are there and if you're eyes are   there i'll follow