Crawl

Standing near the window looking out with both hands on the phone that's pressed to my ear

I lay my forehead against the glass

And its 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 seem 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.

Crawl to me.

Crawl to me.

Crawl for me.