Let Me In (live in Chicago, 1995)

Yeah, all the stars drip down like butter
Promises of sleep
We hold out our pans with our hands to catch them
We eat them up, drink them up
Up, up, up

Hey, let me in
Hey, let me in

I only wish that I could hear you whisper now
You're still descending to a less peculiar ground
He gathered up his loved ones and he brought them all around
To say goodbye, nice try

Hey, let me in
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Hey, let me in

I had a mind to try to stop you
Let me in, let me in
But I've got tar on my feet and I can't see
All the birds look down and laugh at me
Clumsy, crawling out of my skin

Hey, let me in
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Hey, let me in
Hey, let me in
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Hey, let me in