My Dusty Parabole Can't Receive Your Foreign Statics

She would extend her borders like an open odor
Making use of what she knew before her shadow's cast on their own
She'd break law and order with an old recorder
Couldn't make up an excuse for what we'd done
She was always frightening, going off like lightening
She was cold but I was soft and so it all went away

I tried almost everyday,
But my dusty parabole cannot receive that foreign static of yours

He took her breath away, she could've swayed away
At night when you're live in front of those massive eyes
To get lost is just a sip away, have you ever been this way?
It'd be better if you stayed away

(You wanted me to get some,
You even called from a payphone
Said some things I recognized
But hung up before it was done
Hung up before I was done)

(I tried almost everyday,
But my dusty parabole cannot receive,
that foreign static of yours
The foreign statics)