Come in here and have a taste,
Yeah, what's one more hopeless case'
When your short wave dies and there's no one to listen,
And the star's going cold in your solar system.

Well, her lips were red and her hair was brown,
Yeah, feeling like the luckiest kids in town,
She said, "I'll follow you, boy, to the ends of the earth,"
Said, "I'm not going that far, for what it's worth."

I really love to see you like this,
The moonlight dripping off your fingertips, off your fingertips.

Well, put all your love where it hurts the most,
Expect a little visit from the Holy Ghost,
But when your short wave dies and there's no one to listen,
The star's going cold in your solar system.

And I really love to see you like this,
The moonlight dripping off your fingertips, off your fingertips,
Off your fingertips, off your fingertips.