Crawl across toward your window
I'm calling softly from the street
Always a lonely widow
Half awake and sleeping on my feet
I'm of age but have no children
No quarter phone booth calls to home
Just late television
Inside my bedroom all alone
There is no use in waiting
Offer up your steps so I can climb
Show me all your figure paintings
Etched in the middle of the night
Let me stretch upon your carpet
Let me hear the rain tap on your street
Knowing I am safe on the inside
Blankets wrapped and drifting off to sleep
I'm calling softly from the street
Always a lonely widow
Half awake and sleeping on my feet
I'm of age but have no children
No quarter phone booth calls to home
Just late television
Inside my bedroom all alone
There is no use in waiting
Offer up your steps so I can climb
Show me all your figure paintings
Etched in the middle of the night
Let me stretch upon your carpet
Let me hear the rain tap on your street
Knowing I am safe on the inside
Blankets wrapped and drifting off to sleep
Lyrics submitted by PLANES, edited by garrulous23
April 8th Lyrics as written by Jeff Mangum
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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This song actually made me remember my ex-couple house. And how I spend there almost 8 years of my life every afternoon with her in her room You Know.
The other day I just saw an actual screenshot of her house on Google maps and looked fuking eerie and spooky. The house actually has the form of a coo-coo clock and her bedroom main window just faces the street. So when this song talks about the window, I almost had a flashbulb memory of her room. But in that picture the freakin' house looks doomed or like in another dimension and also the room looks so dark as if the damn house is haunted.
Also the whole song I can't help but relate it to a strong nostalgic memory, In my case is a whole uncomfortable memory because this lady just dumped me off after 8 stupid years and got almost immediately pregnant from another guy... So yeah all of that was a quite shitty traumatic experience for me, and a one I couldn't remove from my freakin head like even 5 years after that stuff or so...
So yeah to me this song talks about that stubborn memory some guy has about a girl and how he may want to be sleeping on her bed the way he used to. But now he can't and he probably never will again. So yeah NMH songs are quite tripping and pretty personal to me.
In case you ask this is the freakin house I remembered. goo.gl/maps/KeqpBJ72HQkM5Zem9