Radios of Heaven Lyrics
What Are The Lyrics For Radios of Heaven By The Odds? Now I rush to the finger of light I guess I tore my head off I hope there's something waiting for me To make my exit pay-off Taste, and smell, and touch Have faded from pollution As a last resort, I chose the stupidest solution The first thing I did when I got in gate Was crank up the left-hand dial I got there first The track star seemed to take a while Now I can dance like Nureyev With these wings on my body St. Peter complains that it's too loud down in the lobby And I hear the voice of God He's brilliant on the microphone And the radio in heaven Can make a heathen feel at home All these notes flying out play havoc with my heart Every word sung is both emotional and smart There's a gorgeous sunset Happening on the airwaves I really want you to hear this song one day So you behave And I hear the voice of God He's brilliant on the microphone And the radio in heaven Can make a heathen feel at home At home
Who Wrote Radios of Heaven By The Odds? Craig William Andrew Northey, Doug Elliott, Paul Brennan, Steven Drake
What's The Duration Of The Radios of Heaven By The Odds? The duration of Radios of Heaven is 4:08 minutes and seconds.

Radios of Heaven