Skywriting

Sitting by candlelight, s*cking back kryptonite in vain Used up message tape, nowhere to escape, locked in my chair Watching my silhouette, s*cking back cigarettes in peace The golden age of call display is thankfully here I see your mouth moving, but suddenly I think I'm deaf 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 rearranging, and suddenly the message disappears Cranking my radio, drowning out Romeo with ba*s It's thundering and quieting, I'm riding the storm I see you scream at me but I pretend I'm somewhere else 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 rearranging, and suddenly the message disappears Nonessential 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 rearranging, and suddenly the message disappears