Lyrics Radio Freak in a Storm - Pram

Radio Freak in a Storm

When you speak your voice goes to outer space
My words are typhoons, who suck them right out of a storm
And all the satellites are Russian spies in fifty suits
Tampering my coat and into theories
With bleeps and hiss the sky eyes talk to themselves
Too many screens flicker and I walked out
A radio freak in a storm
At the edge of the downs
With braindead smell of my cells disconnecting
At this mind of a telescope I squirm like a bug
Under scrutiny under gloves that’s thick for short-sighted distant objects
Whirl on my spinning chair
I can’t defy gravity
The centre of the universe is in my solid blood cells