E-Bow The Letter (Album Version)

Band: R.E.M. » 

Genre: Pop

Some of them, they surprise
Whoever she is
Seconal, Spanish fly, absinthe, kerosene
Pulls us near
And who'd have thought tomorrow could be so strange?
All the boys and all the girls sweet-toothed
I'll take you over, there
I'll take you over, there
Yeah, look over
Will you ever welcome me?
I'll take you over, there
These corrosives do their magic slowly and sweet
I'll take you over, there
I'll take you over
Aluminum, the weakest link
I can take you far
Here comes the flood
Aluminum, tastes like fear
Hash bars, cherry mash and tinfoil tiaras
Will you show me something that nobody else has seen?
Fields of poppies, little pearls
Look up, what do you see?
It tastes like fear, there
Aluminum, tastes like fear
All of you and all of me
Each and every one a little scary
This letter
Tastes like fear.
There, there, baby, yeah
It tastes like fear, there
Adrenaline, it pulls us near
I'll take you there..
Fluorescent and starry
My loss, and here we go again
I can smell the sorrow on your breath
I wore it like a badge of teenage film stars
Some of them, they surprise
E-Bow The Letter
I wrap my hand in plastic to try to look through it
Adrenaline, it pulls us near
Oh, over
All of you and all of me
I would lick your feet
Look up, what do you see?
Just another chink
I'll take you there
Over, let me
I'll take you over
I said your name
I'll take you over, there
But is that the sickest move?
I'll take you over
I'll take you there, oh, yeah
This fame thing, I don't get it
Anything to thin the blood
Will you live to 83?
The sweat, the victory and sorrow
Aluminum, tastes like fear
Maybelline eyes and girl-as-boy moves
I don't want to disappoint you
I'll take you over
I'll take you there
Adrenaline, it pulls us near
Over, over, over, over
I'm not here to anoint you
Nearer, nearer
The smell of fear, I got it
I'll take you over
Cuts and dents, they catch the light
Fluorescent and starry
Cherry-flavored neck and collar
Smoke it, drink
I wear my own crown and sadness and sorrow
Phone, eat it, drink
I'll take you over
It tastes like fear, there
This star thing, I don't get it
I'll take you over, there
The bus ride, I went to write this, 4:00 a.m.
I can't look it in the eyes
Dreaming of Maria Callas