Radios Of Heaven Lyrics

Now I rush to the finger of light I guess I tore my head off I hope there's something waiting for me To make my exit payoff
Taste and smell and touch Have faded from pollution As a last resort I chose the stupidest solution
The first thing I did when I got in the gate Was crank up the left-hand dial I got there first The track star seemed to take a while
Now I can dance like Nureyev With these wings on my body St. Peter complains That it's too loud down in the lobby
And I hear the voice of God He's brilliant on the microphone And the radio in heaven Can make a heathen feel at home
All these notes flying out Play havoc with my heart Every word sung Is both emotional and smart
There's a gorgeous sunset Happening on the airwaves I really want you to hear this song one day So you behave
And I hear the voice of God He's brilliant on the microphone And the radio in heaven Can make a heathen feel at home, at home