You're a smooth talker With eyes like lightning And the radio [?] I sing like our mother Put away the hairbrush and maybe [?] something you don't know I read it in the tabloids the trust [?] the thunderstorm You're an escape artist And the bathroom mirror And the autograph seekers You've imagined outside the door Yes we love a statement, is it true you're not [?] in your room From the light out in the basement we knew that there'd be trouble coming soon Intuition Mathematics Invisible audience Ten hit records Listen through your tin can as the road cuts circulation to your tune I fashion myself after you from my suicide electric puzzle The greatest songs I'll never hear from a band you started in your mind Leave us hanging on your legend as you exit through the tape recorder Reel to reel Reel to reel Reel to reel