Hospital Radio Songtext

I'm reaching out a hand

All blind daytime
Television, permission
For patient [?]
And absent [?]
Missing in action

I don't understand oh no
I don't understand oh no
Who is in command
I don't understand

When you're laying in your bed, all cold and bleeding
Wondering when the hell it all went wrong
Praying that your praise still holds some meaning
We will be this pill at the end of your tongue

I was turned to see this
As you waiting around to die Howling out for Jesus
But he waves upon somehow

I don't understand oh no
I don't understand oh no
I'm reaching out a hand

Hold on, hold on, hold on to me, hold on
Hold on, hold on, hold on to me, hold on
Hold on, hold on, hold on to me, hold on
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on

Hold on, hold on, hold on to me, hold on
Hold on, hold on, hold on to me

When you're laying in your bed, old, soiled and screaming
Wondering when the hell it all went wrong
Wired up to keep your cold, cold heart beating
We will be the pill on the end of your tongue

When you're hanging by a thread staring at the ceiling
Kicking every [?]
We will be the air inside your lungs

All that is not for sale
All that is not for sale
All that is not for sale
All that is not for sale