E-Bow the Letter

Album: New Adventures in Hi-Fi (1996)
Charted: 4 49
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  • Look up and what do you see? All of you and all of me
    Fluorescent and starry, some of them, they surprise
    The bus ride, I went to write this, 4:00 a.m, this letter
    Fields of poppies, little pearls, all the boys and all the girls
    Sweet-toothed, each and every one a little scary
    I said your name, I wore it like a badge of teenage film stars
    Hash bars, cherry mash and tinfoil tiaras
    Dreaming of Maria Callas, whoever she is
    This fame thing, I don't get it
    I wrap my hand in plastic to try to look through it
    Maybelline eyes and girl-as-boy moves
    I can take you far, this star thing, I don't get it

    (I'll take you over there)
    (I'll take you over there)
    Aluminum tastes like fear
    Adrenaline, it pulls us near
    (I'll take you over there)
    It tastes like fear
    (I'll take you over)

    Will you live to eighty-three? Will you ever welcome me?
    Will you show me something that nobody else has seen?
    Smoke it, drink, here comes the flood, anything to thin the blood
    These corrosives do their magic slowly and sweet
    Phone, eat it, drink, just another chink
    Cuts and dents, they catch the light
    Aluminum, the weakest link
    I don't want to disappoint you, I'm not here to anoint you
    I would lick your feet, but is that the sickest move?
    I wear my own crown of sadness and sorrow
    And who'd have thought tomorrow would be so strange?
    My loss, and here we go again

    (I'll take you over there)
    (I'll take you over there)
    Aluminum tastes like fear
    Adrenaline, it pulls us near
    (I'll take you over there)
    It tastes like fear, pulls us near
    (I'll take you over)

    Look up and what do you see?
    All of you and all of me, florescent and starry
    And some of them, they surprise
    I can't look it in the eyes, Seconal, Spanish fly, absinthe, kerosene
    Cherry-flavored neck and collar
    I can smell the sorrow on your breath
    The sweat, the victory and sorrow, the smell of fear
    I got it

    (I'll take you over there)
    Aluminum tastes like fear
    Adrenaline, it pulls us near
    (I'll take you over, take you there)
    Aluminum, tastes like fear
    Adrenaline, it pulls us near
    (I'll take you over, take you there)
    It tastes like fear, pulls us near
    (I'll take you over, take you there)
    It tastes like fear, pulls us near

    Pulls us near
    It tastes like fear
    Tastes like fear
    Pulls us near
    Pulls us near
    Near, near
    Over, over, over, over
    Over, over, over, yeah
    I'll take you over
    I'll take you over, I'll take you there
    Oh, over
    I'll take you there
    Over, baby
    I'll take you over
    There, there
    I'll take you there
    There, baby Writer/s: Bill Berry, Michael Mills, Michael Stipe, Peter Buck
    Publisher: Universal Music Publishing Group
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