Turn the volume up can you hear me now?
Can you hear me now?!


It's the boombox alarm clock crescendo
I cut my hair on a stained glass window
Hot singles tearing up the airwaves

Hot singles tearing down the hotlines
Hot singles dressing to kill
So I scribble my poetry on hundred dollar bills


She's got volume and she's got grace
and if you let me I'll stay with you for a holiday

I got lost for days below her waist
"Sometimes you've got to kill what you're trying to save"
Everybody knows where everybody goes and nobody ever goes home alone

Well, I've got my Sony headphones
And I've got Sony headphones


Boombox alarm clock crescendo cut her skirt like a stained glass window
Hot singles tearing up the airwaves
Hot singles tearing down the hotlines

Hot singles dressing to kill
So I scribble my poetry on hundred dollar bills


But if I could write a soundtrack to our lives,
it would play just like just like a boombox in the sky
A boombox in the sky

I'm as high as a kite as a kite tonight
But if you'd just let go it could be just like a boombox in the sky
A boombox in the sky


Crescendo and cue the strings
Cut the $#&@ing curtain

Come here come here
Pull the red curtain back to start
Turn the lights low

Come here
Baby, come here


In our time, in all time
We will spin ourselves blind
Tomorrow is the last thing on my mind

So please don't stop fast forward, just rewind
Get in your requests before you run out of time
Our lives are like a movie but we don't know why

Broken videos we forgot to rewind
Dirty thoughts on a four-track mind
With the scissors in your hand you're all inside out

But how can she scream with all that tape across her mouth?
Can you hear me now? Can you hear me now? Can you hear me now?
I want to write the score for your

Endless days in busted chords and broken refrains
I'm high, I'm high, as a !@#$ kite
So don't stop baby, just press rewind