Jim White Static On The Radio

From the CD Drill A Hole In That Substrate And Tell Me What You See Three a. m., I m awakened by a sweet summer rain Distant howling of a passing southbound coal train Was I dreamin or was there someone Just lyin here beside me in this bed Am I hearing things or in the next room Did a long forgotten music box just start playing And I know (It s a sin putting words in the mouths of the dead) And I know (It s a crime to weave your wishes into what they said) And I know (Only fools venture where them spirits tread) Cause I know (Every word, every sound bouncing round my head)