Disaster Tourism - mewithoutYou

Call me outside, I’ll come running down

You call me outside, I’ll come running down

Call me outside, I’ll come running down

You call me outside, I’ll come running down

When I satisfied each need invented by my eyes

I was a nest by a fox’s hole

Or dirt underneath your boot soles

When I satisfied each need invented by my eyes

Till it was nothing like I’d imagined, oh

Like cocaine, their green eyes fixed

On the television to pass the time

Until their two miles of elegant blinds

Halfway raised for the watching as you walked by

«Look, come to the window…

She carries a candle at mid-day!

While the sun’s still so high!»

But you knew better than to pay mind

To what people and the Devil say

Call me outside, I’ll come running down

Into your vacant, intoxicating night

If you call me outside

To their haunted streets

Their red electric lights!

Oh, I’m on the sad side of a nowhere town

But sister I’m all you’ve got

So call me outside, I’ll come running down…

Then, not another word