I feel so straight, look so slow Just you wait till I get you home I saw you laughing on a tv show What did i think you'd know The colours bleeds to black Say you can't let go Then you're never coming back
You watch yourself when you talk to me Cos I've got you on 86 tv's And all those words that they made up for me
Aren't what i thought they'd be The radios are red, made a mess of me And so i'm walking home instead
Sweet like apples, I pulled you Reminds me of the things we said we'd do But all those words that they made up for you Would never pull you through The greed and all the gain Made a mess of you, now we'll never be the same
I'd love to say I like to thank them all But I have not the gall The wisdom or the guile We walked into that ball And then we disappeared in style On 86 tv's, On 86 tv's, On 86 tv's, On 86 tv's