Pacific Time - The Cribs

Forget this, this reverie

It takes advantage of me

While months went unspoken

Pacific Time was frozen

Radio silence will tell me what I need

Til I find what you’re hiding from

Maybe the angels have got your tongue?

I’m sorry you can’t say

What you wanted to say

Wordplay will always make it this way

You know, it’s worth more than heart these days

A voice on a tape recorder

That I recognise, with words for her

Not surprised, though it’s harder

This long shadow I’m resting under

Radio silence will tell me what I need

Til I find what you’re hiding from

Maybe the angels have got your tongue?

I’m sorry you can’t say

What you wanted to say

Wordplay will always make it this way

You know, it’s worth more than heart these days

With a thousand near rhymes

Paint me how I should be

And make everyone love me