She Wasn't Doing Nothing, Just Standing on the Balcony - The River Has Many Voices

After-glow in a distant row The door is open and the lights are cold The children come in here and they dare the ghost Like a fire burning in a stone Silent light in the theater's sky Phantom cigarette and a silent cry The door swings open and it's cold outside Run and hide, run and hide They can still see you, singing on the corner Singing songs that never fade away Fade into the kids that come along Memory in a silent seat Melody on a long retreat Like an angel on the balcony Like an angel on the balcony

What she got, she got to give it to somebody What she got, she got to give it to someone It's not a case of growin' up or lots of money It's just the fundamental twist of the sun What she got, she got to let somebody find it (really?) What she got is not for her to keep alone (oh) Nobody's got a clue if there is such a reason (yea?) Why she wanna play it o-on her own She's got nothing on but the radio She's a passion play And like the break of day She takes my breath away What she got, she got to give to some contender What she got is just like gold dust on a shelf And no one's got a clue what's on her brave agenda Why she wanna keep it, keep it to herself She's got nothing on but the radio It's a passion play And like the break of day She takes my breath away Who did the painting on my wall? Who left a poem down the hall? Oh I don't understand at all He-he-hey She's got nothing on but the radio She's a passion play And like the break of day She takes my breath away She's got nothing on but the radio It's a passion play And like the break of day She takes my breath away She takes my breath away She takes my breath away