Pullman, Washington Songtext

Crawl to the windowWhisper to me if it snowedWe?ll plot to murder each otherAnd I?ll be your alibi.Bind me with wireTell me your favorite viceAnd I?ll discuss my childhood- If you need a sedativeCHORUSI like rain,the innocence in prayingThe faded faintly childhoodsmell of plasticWhen it?s set to burn,Angel dust, the two of us,Fresh-faced remindersof lessons that we?llNever learn.I see you?re sleepingYou always can cry if it helpsMy soul is by the telephone- If you?re needing sympathy.And the rain won?t wash awayall that you hold to be trueIt remains somehow indifferent- Regarding the weatherman.REPEAT CHORUS