Like how when you hear us on the airwaves
You can?t help but picture a voice in our mouths
And your oral muscles feel the syllables sympathetically
Like how the copper will turn green
Showing time in a chromatic array
In passing cos the spectrum?s lost its sheen
I hope I can age that gracefully
You can?t help but picture a voice in our mouths
And your oral muscles feel the syllables sympathetically
Like how the copper will turn green
Showing time in a chromatic array
In passing cos the spectrum?s lost its sheen
I hope I can age that gracefully