Radio by He Is We

He grew up just a little too fast.
A loss and need that's on his past.
I can hear him humming from the other side of the room.
Guess he's got rythm, cause he hums every time he's blue.

Oh, radio, bleed me a melody
That will make this boy cry.
Radio, bleed me a melody
That will make him wonder why he was so cold.

Broken glass and a pretty face.
Silent mourn, full of hate.
Quiet face, silent mourn.
Screaming for consequence, 
Pleading for more.


Radio, bleed me a melody
That will make this boy cry.
Radio, bleed me a melody
That will make him wonder why he was so cold.

Write him a song that reminds him of a time
When he wasn't tumbling down, down, tumbling down.

Radio, bleed me a melody
That will make this boy cry.
Radio, bleed me a melody
That will make him wonder why he was so cold.

Radio, radio, radio, lead me a melody.
Radio, radio, radio, lead me a melody.
Radio, radio, radio, that boy's got rythm cus he hums every time.
Radio, radio, radio.