A radio address - Sam Reynolds

Miss you today;

Solid black rain came from the sky

A hand on your vest

A radio address came from the sky

I had you in color

Something i lost in the covers

Please don't rehearse your name

I hide in your clothes

The cracks in your toes will be just fine

The temperature calls

For morphine and fall will be on time

In postcards every pause

In light-up matches and mattresses

Watching your eyes repeat

The curves in your back

A similar jacket on some face

Remember the cars and pushing quite hard

Outside the rain