Radiate

Written in July of 1999 in Nashville, Tennessee

Buy me a room at the top of the stair
A room with a view?
Baby, I don’t care.
After all we’d been through
After all we’d share

Yeah you still, radiate
Yeah you still radiate

My sweet, radiate

Find me a muse with tobacco hair
Turn up the volume and grease your hair
After all, she looked like you
After all, she was there

But you still radiate
Yeah you still radiate

Well, look at what we wrought
Yeah, look at what you taught me
What was it that we sought?

Radiate

Buy me a room at the top of the stair
Could be a room with a view
Baby, I don’t care
Because after all we’d been through
After all we’d share
Yeah you still radiate
Yeah you still radiate
Yeah you still radiate

Don’t you know you’re still, my sweet…

Radiate

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