| Standing near the window looking out with both hands on the phone thats 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 | |
| Draw you to me | |
| Pull you to me | |
| Call you to me | |
| Crawl for me | |
| Crawl to me | |
| Crawl to me | |
| Crawl for me |