Neutral Milk Hotel
April 8th
Crawl across towards your window
I'm calling softly from the street
Always a lonely widow
Half awake and sleeping on my feet
I'm of age but have no children No quarter phone booth calls to home Just late with television
Inside my bedroom all alone
There is no use in waiting Offer up your steps so I can climb
Show me all your figure paintings Etched in the middle of the night
Let me stretch upon your carpet Let me hear the rain tap on your street
Knowing I am safe on the inside
Blankets wrapped and drifting off to sleep
From Letras Mania