The Numanoid Channel

I know how to read alone

Here in the dark some old stories are told

The telephone haunts me

Like a picture of things that I'd never bring home

She cries like I do, too late for new words

She cries like I do, see if she's a man

No one is allowed in here

I'm have these fine new feelings to believe

This edge in my voice lacks sense

I never touched your heart I suppose

She cries like I do, too late for new words

She cries like I do, see if she's a man

She cries like I do, like we're supposed to

She cries like I do here in the dark

I'm so surprised

(P) 1984 Numa Records

She Cries