Nhạc sĩ: Peter Buck, Mike Mills, Michael Stipe, William Berry
Lời đăng bởi: 86_15635588878_1671185229650
Yeah, all those stars drip down like butter And promises are sweet We hold out our pants 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 down Mr. Fisher moved 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 out Yeah, yeah, yeah Hey, let me out Let me out 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 out Yeah, yeah, yeah Hey, let me out Hey, let me out Yeah, yeah, yeah Hey, let me out *