Crawl

Standing at the window looking out with both hands on the phone pressed to my ear

I lean my forehead against the glass

And it's cold against my skin

The phone rings in my ear again and a machine you comes on

and tells me to leave a message and you'll call

I run my fingers along the shape of the phone searching out every seam and crevice

Looking for the way in

I think now that if I try, if I try, if I concentrate hard enough

I can change myself into something else

Then I'll be able to pour myself into this wire

Travel across these lines and find my way to you

Or maybe there's another trick, another spell

And I could change you

And I'd draw you to me

Pull you to me

Crawl to me

Draw you to me

Pull you to me

Call you to me

Crawl to me

Draw you to me

Pull you to me

Call you to me

Crawl to me