TV Heart - Dealership

Foot off the brake, decided to take the TV highway to the stars

Flicker and fade to shiny cascade of pixel painting spark by spark

Rewind, replay all the scenes in proper time

A cryptic list of borrowed thoughts refined by bouncing them off a

Satellite

Transmission signal fine

Tube to my face to quicken the pace of static charges to my heart

I try to get in, to fit all my skin beside the wires and plastic parts

Rewind, replay all the scenes in proper time

A cryptic list of borrowed thoughts refined by bouncing them off a

Satellite

Transmission signal fine

Bouncing back and forth between an unrelenting pair of lines

Episodic feelings much too short to tell if they were mine

Agitated by the repetition — show me one more time

When what I want to see is kept from me by censoring the prime time waves

Cut it out!

It won’t hurt.

I promise I know

All about your problems, and if you would just

Let it out like I did, then you would see we’re

Happy now.

The freedom — it comes from crossing the line

That was the day, decided to pave a TV highway to the stars

A beautiful thing, but hurts all the same — TV highway to the stars

Rewind, replay all the scenes in proper time

A cryptic list of borrowed thoughts refined by bouncing them off a

Satellite

Transmission signal fine

A television tube replaced my heart, my heart

A television tube replaced my heart with all its technicolor

Television imagery of you and me behind the scenes

Just cut it out!

It won’t hurt.

I promise I know

All about your problems, and if you would just

Let it out like I did, then you would see we’re

Happy now.

The freedom will come if you’ll just

Cut it out