There is a reason why I can't speak
Our short conversations mean everything to me

Fine young teacher, I need help with my cursive
Bronze that apple I was so proud to give you

This is my wall that fell for you

A.M. Radio
reminding us to take the first steps forward slowly
with you and the ride of our life,
we'll both be sharing shotgun to love

Now in the moment all falls into focus
time, just a number warped while I'm wrapped in you

This is my wall that fell for you
so our blurry lines are not more define
when I'm feeling your tongue on mine

A.M Radio
reminding us to take the first steps forward slowly
with you and the ride of our life,
we'll both be sharing shotgun to love