Radios Of Heaven Lyrics - Odds

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