Radio

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Jesse Thomas] I am this, the only one It's enough I know where I'm going, to which shore And you know Only love is all maroon [?] is one, a fool Sky is only, she's the moon [Verse 2: Andrea Gibson, Spoken Monologue] Turning the dial of the radio in my car Running to the rain in a dress Slicing up a coddles in the kitchen Sleeping in the guestroom of my house Biting her lip at my bedroom door Sweet as a tourist at a slot machine hungry as a last bet Peeling an orange on my front step saying, "Only love is all maroon" Putting up my pickup lines Picking her teeth with a hook Flipping off the mistletoe Slipping her hand down my jeans on the bus Trimming her fingernails on my mother's couch Winking, then blowing me a kiss Offering me an apple, daring me to demand the orchard Insisting me I come from her rib Burning through the sugarcoat, burning out my clutch Topless in the car, telling me to keep my eyes on the road Her knuckles between my teeth Her law on my side Pulling me over to teach me the respectable way to tear up a permission slip, dropping it like rose petals on her way up the stairs Taking the mirror off the bedroom wall Breaking my fever with the slide of her hips Kicking my legs from out under my doubt, loose as a cannon fighting for our honors Swinging for the picket fence naked and the dugout Waking me from a nightmare Hanging my past like a sail Wiping the sweat from my forehead Whispering, "We can go anywhere" Holding my hand on the plane, wearing my hoodie to the store, breaking up a bar fight by calling my name Running her fingers through my hair in a restaurant in the Midwest Walking to the cemetery in my hometown, fixing the flowers on a stranger's grave Holding my hand while I carry our dog to the vet Holding the latter while I hang up our wreath Hollering from the porch to come look at the sky Hollering from my bedroom to come zip up her dress Looking up from her book to say, "Listen to this line" Asking for my number every time we kiss, stopping me from carving our initials into a tree, whispering everything that grows already knows who we are In her underwear, eating an ice cream on our roof In her nightgown, filling a bird feeder in our backyard And nothing but our sweat on the living room floor Turning the dial of our radio, saying, "Baby, listen You haven't heard this song before"