Вершы: He Is We. Old Demos. Radio.

He grew up just a little too fast,
Lost the need it?s all in his past.
I can hear him humming, from the other side of the room.
Guess he?s got rhythm, cause he hums everytime he?s blue.

Oh.
Radio,
Bleed me a melody.
That?ll make this boy cry,
Oh, oh, oh.
Radio,
Bleed me a melody.
That?ll make him wonder why,
He was so cold.

Broken glass and a pretty face,
Silent mourn full of hate.
Quiet face,
Silent mourn.
Screaming for consequence,
Bleeding for more.

Radio,
Bleed me a melody,
That?ll make this boy cry.
Oh, oh, oh.
Radio,
Bleed me a melody.
That?ll make him wonder why,
He was so cold.

Play him a song,
That reminds him of a time.
When he wasn?t tumbling, down, down.
Tumbling down.

Radio,
Bleed me a melody.
That?ll make this boy cry,
Oh, oh, oh.
Radio,
Bleed me a melody.
That?ll make him wonder why,
He was so cold.

Radio, Radio.
Radio, (Radio).
Bleed me a melody.
Radio, Radio.
Bleed me a melody.
Radio,
That boy?s got rhythm, cause he hums everytime he?s blue.
Radio, Radio.