Pullman, Washington - Deep Blue Something

Crawl to the window 
Whisper to me if it snowed 
We?ll plot to murder each other 
And I?ll be your alibi. 

Bind me with wire 
Tell me your favorite vice 
And I?ll discuss my childhood 
- If you need a sedative 

CHORUS 
I like rain, 
the innocence in praying 
The faded faintly childhood 
smell of plastic 
When it?s set to burn, 
Angel dust, the two of us, 
Fresh-faced reminders 
of lessons that we?ll 
Never learn. 

I see you?re sleeping 
You always can cry if it helps 
My soul is by the telephone 
- If you?re needing sympathy. 
And the rain won?t wash away 
all that you hold to be true 
It remains somehow indifferent 
- Regarding the weatherman. 

REPEAT CHORUS