Yeah, all those stars drip down like butter, Promises are sweet, We hold out our pans, lift 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, Mister fisherman, 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, let me in
I had a mind to try to stop you. Let me in, let me in 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
Compositores: John Michael Stipe (PRS), Michael e Mills (PRS), Peter Lawrence Buck (PRS), William Thomas Berry (PRS)Editor: Night Garden MusicPublicado em 2010 (16/Set) e lançado em 2005 (28/Fev)ECAD verificado obra #220775 e fonograma #1800854 em 03/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM