Lyrics: Pullman, Washington

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