Julie Sokolow – Letras de Your Wrists

I knocked on your door
I knocked on your door
Is this the type of thing one takes medicine for?
You know a girl for every name
And I know maybe four
And my friends are your friends
But your friends aren’t my friends

I saw you with your eyes closed and I kept looking
I saw you with your mouth open and I kept gaping
I grabbed you by the collar, my hand still shaking, and said “Won’t you be my neighbor?”

Won’t you be my neighbor?

I found you through the telephone
You were running through the wires
Up broken stairs
In Sunday clothes

We sat so close
We sat so close singing quietly
I couldn’t help but stare
Your wrists seemed perfect for my hands

Don’t let me be only a song in the air

You would find me time consuming
You would find me burdening and
You would find me upside down on your front lawn
Singing “You’re the only one, you’re the one.”