Sitting by candlelight
sucking back kryptonite in vain
used up message tape nowhere to escape
locked in my chair
watching my silhouette
sucking back cigarettes in peace
the golden age of call display is thankfully here
and i see your mouth moving
but suddenly i think i'm deaf
yeah i used to hear you but
all your talk is cheap skywriting
it's big and bold until the smoke has cleared
a gust of wind and words are re-arranging
and suddenly the message disappears
cranking my radio
drowning out romeo with bass
it's thundering and quieting i'm riding the storm
i see you scream at me
but i pretend i'm somewhere else
yeah i used to hear you but
all your talk is cheap skywriting
it's big and bold until the smoke has cleared
a gust of wind and words are re-arranging
and suddenly the message is
non-essential information
a hurricane of aggravation
your head is high above the clouds
go write a best-seller now
i thought i heard something
but maybe it was just a dream
i used to hear you but now i know
all your talk is cheap skywriting
it's big and bold until the smoke has cleared
a gust of wind and words are re-arranging
and suddenly the message just disappears
all your talk is cheap skywriting
it's big and bold until the smoke has cleared
a gust of wind and words are re-arranging
and suddenly the message just disappears
shut up shut up shut up shut up
shut up cuz i give up now
shut up shut up shut up shut up
shut up cuz i give up now
shut up shut up shut up shut up
shut up cuz i give up now
shut up shut up shut up shut up
shut up shut up, just shut the hell up