We Were Patriots

Clear sky over Calcutta
 A warm wind
 Dvorak on the short wave
 Clear signal coming in
 La la la
 La la la la la la la
 La la la
 La la la la la la la
 Long vowels spill like liquid from your mouth
 I hang on every word you say
 An army of transistor radios on the bookshelf
 Left on all day
 Let them play
 Yeah, let them all play on and on and on
 Let them all play longer and louder
 And long after you're gone
 La la la
 La la la la la la la
 La la la
 La la la la la la la
 Clear sky sheltering our fragile little house
 Listening to the radio all the time
 Your hand on my forehead as though to check for a fever
 Yeah, big plans in mind
 La la la la
 La la la la la la la
 La la la
 La la la la la la la