April 8th

歌詞

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