Radio Song:

We were crouching in doorways, just watching the snow.  City lights they are fading, must be time to go home.  It's been a long, old night, watching you dance through the light, and maybe by the time I'm old, I'll know, what it means to be young. When all the records on the radio, sound a lot like a one-trick show to me.  Lie in bed, paper stars they fall from your ceiling.  This city's rising in patches, of green-gray beginning.  So won't you take me home, where the clocks go slow, and you'll be by my side, tonight.  When all the records on the radio, sound a lot like a one-trick show to me.  There's a space in your breath where, you keep things I see.   All those things that you hide, you think you're hiding from me.  Park on the edge of town, we'll let our lives come down, and you'll forget my name, tonight.  When all the records on the radio, sound a lot like a one-trick show to me.

Easy:

There's a girl I used to know, shatter in your hand if it got too cold.  Well, all those secrets I used to hold, they were easy.  City lights from the look-out spot, mapping out the future in a parking lot,  this place is gonna hold us 'til the sun comes up, it was easy.  And we can play that song 'til the sky turns gray, the phone don't ring, the day don't break, but I don't wanna end up that way.   If I ever had to let you go, you'd go easy.   If I ever had to let you go, you'd go easy.  We can play that song 'til the sky turns gray, the phone don't ring, the day don't break, but I don't wanna end up that way.  Like tomorrow's never coming.