| Yeah, all those stars drip down like butter | |
| In promises, a sea | |
| We hold out our pans | |
| Lift our hands to catch them | |
| We eat them up, drink them up | |
| Up, up, up | |
| Hey, let me in | |
| Hey, let me in | |
| I only wish that I could hear you whisper down | |
| Mr. fisherman, to a less peculiar ground | |
| He gathered up his loved ones | |
| And he brought them all around | |
| To say goodbye, nice try | |
| Hey, let me in, yeah, yeah, yeah | |
| Hey, let me in, let me in | |
| I had a mind to try to stop you, let me in, let me in | |
| I've got tar on my feet and I can't see | |
| All the birds look down and laugh at me | |
| Clumsy, crawling out of my skin | |
| Hey, let me in, yeah, yeah, yeah | |
| Hey, let me in | |
| Hey, let me in, yeah, yeah, yeah | |
| Hey, let me in |