Song Lyrics

Pressed the seven sequenced silver panic buttons,
The distress calls that fall on a distracted short-wave signal.
A metronome timed to my panic stricken breathing
And a pulse conducted by our dying lines.

You said my heart sounded like a payphone in the rain.
Distorted, distant, scrambled and desperate.
Baby, I swear to god tonight I am sober.
It's the reception between us that's failing.

Everything's coming out all frenzied and confused.
She's got what it takes to make collapsing a habit
And a dance out of a tantrum fit (it's tragic but I am sobering up).
Pick up the phone.

Tonight I feel like the hero of a rusting war.
My touch has the timing and precision of a car wreck.
No use translating the trembles.
They're symptoms of repetitive testing for fluctuation.

If I come back home, I am bringing back the bends.
So give me a kiss. let me taste the reptilian appeal.
Say it again baby. does it turn you on? does it get you hot?
I get a little hysterical sometimes.

The panic you shouldn't have been so sentimental.
All that kicking and screaming.
Everything I touch starts peeling.
We malfunction like machines.

Get up off the floor and answer the phone.
I want to be a big star.
Didn't want to touch so hard.
Open the door.

I am your deviant satellite, an orbit defected by the ballast of words.
You're the reason for collisions.
I am face down like a sailor washed up under your window.
Tonight is a shipwreck.

Navigating through disorder.
Now every electric star hums like a telecaster.
How punk rock is that?
You're so oblivious.

Baby, you're my oblivion.

Buckley, Novac, Williams

The duration of Punch-Drunk Punk Rock Romance is 4:36 minutes and seconds.