Radio Cure Lyrics - Yankee Hotel Foxtrot - Wilco

Cheer up, honey, I hope you can 

There is something wrong with me 

My mind is filled with silvery stars 

Honey, kisses, clouds of fog 

Shoulders shrugging off 

Cheer up, honey, I hope you can 

There is something wrong wit h me 

My mind is filled with radio cures 

Electronic surgical words 

Picking apples for kings and queens of things I have never seen 

Oh, distance has no way of making love understandable 

Cheer up, honey, I hope you can 

There is something wrong with me 

My mind is filled with silvery stars 

Honey, kisses, clouds of fog 

Picking apples for the kings and queens of things I've never seen 

Oh, distance has no way of making love understandable 

Oh, distance has no way of making love understandable 

Oh, distance has no way of making love understandable 

Oh, distance the way of making love understandable 

Oh, distance the way of making love understandable 

Cheer up honey, I hope you can