Neutral Milk Hotel
April 8th (Demo)
Crawl across towards your window
I'm calling softly from the street
I'm just a lonely widow
Half awake and stranded on my feet
I'm of age but I have no children No quarter phone booth calls to home Just late night 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
In the middle of a dream, I hear you calling
In the middle of a dream, I hear you calling
In the middle of a dream, I hear you calling
In the middle of a dream, I hear you calling
From Letras Mania