Wilco-Radio Cure

Cheer up, honey, I hope you can There is something wrong with me My mind is filled with silvery stars Honey, kisses, clouds of fog Shoulders shrugging off Cheer up, honey, I hope you can There is something wrong wit h me My mind is filled with radio cures Electronic surgical words Picking apples for kings and queens of things I have never seen Oh, distance has no way of making love understandable Cheer up, honey, I hope you can There is something wrong with me My mind is filled with silvery stars Honey, kisses, clouds of fog Picking apples for the kings and queens of things I've never seen Oh, distance has no way of making love understandable Oh, distance has no way of making love understandable Oh, distance has no way of making love understandable Oh, distance the way of making love understandable Oh, distance the way of making love understandable Cheer up honey, I hope you can...