Night Raid

There's a picture of Jesus lying in His mother's arms Shuttered windows, cars hummin' on the street below The fountain throbbed in the lobby of the Grand Hotel We checked into room 33, well, well, well, well Verse 2 You were a runaway flake of snow You were skinny and white as a wafer, yeah, I know Sitting on the edge of the bed, clicking your shoes I slid my little songs out from under you Ooh, ooh Chorus And we all rose from our wonder We would never admit defeat And we leaned out of the window As the rain fell on the street On the street Verse 3 They were just a sigh released from a dying star They were runaway flakes of snow and yeah, I know They annexed your insides in a late night raid We sent down for drinks and something to eat The cars hummin' in the rain on the street below Verse 4 A fountain throbs in the lobby of the Grand Hotel The spurting font of creativity, yeah, I know Your head in a pool of your own streaming hair Ooh, ooh And Jesus lying in His mother's arms, just so Ooh, ooh Up on the wall, just so Chorus And we all rose up from our wonder We will never admit defeat And we leaned out of the window And watched the horses in the street In the street Outro In room 33, yeah, I know Yeah, I know