Reel to Reel

You're a smooth talker

With eyes like lightning

And the radio [?]

I sing like our mother

Put away the hairbrush and maybe [?] something you don't know

I read it in the tabloids the trust [?] the thunderstorm

You're an escape artist

And the bathroom mirror

And the autograph seekers

You've imagined outside the door

Yes we love a statement, is it true you're not [?] in your room

From the light out in the basement we knew that there'd be trouble coming soon

Intuition

Mathematics

Invisible audience

Ten hit records

Listen through your tin can as the road cuts circulation to your tune

I fashion myself after you from my suicide electric puzzle

The greatest songs I'll never hear from a band you started in your mind

Leave us hanging on your legend as you exit through the tape recorder

Reel to reel

Reel to reel

Reel to reel