It's 4 A.M., and my skin wants to crawl all over you
But you're strangling my dick with a friendship bracelet
So please let me in
Sitting on my futon bed
Sitting in my quiet room
I could fold into a lot of things
Sitting on my futon bed
Sitting in my quiet room
I could fold into you
She's in love with my radio
That broadcasts her alone
I'm in love with her gramophone
Spinning me alone
Can i be intangible, just for tonight?
I'll be desire, you be you
I'll hover about, telling tall tales of tangibility
And then i'll become one with you again
Baby please let me in