alternative country, alternative rock, anti-folk, folk
If I get up and let you in,
I lose my house and my home again
If I get up and try to come,
I get sent back to the land I'm from.
Back to the land I'm from.
The cloud came low and the rain did pour
I hear your hand touch on my door
The rain has quit and the light of the moon
Shows you standing in my room.
Standing in my room.
Bugeye Jim, I can't come
I can twist and turn, but I can't come,
I can ache and I can burn, but I can't come.
I work up this morning with an aching brain
Hear you tap on my window pane.
I look at your with a heavy head
I hear you sit down on my bed
The storm gets worse and my heart feels bare
I feel your fingers comb my hair.
Your fingers comb my hair.
The mud it runs and the waters rise
I feel your hotkiss on my eyes
The rain it rained and the world did stir
I sing to you my lovesick word.
To you my lovesick word.