it ain't natural for you to cry in the midnight. it ain't natural for you to cry way into midnight through
until the wee small hours long 'fore the break of dawn
an' there ain't nothin' on my mind
more further 'way than what you're lookin' for. i see the way you jumped at me
and looked into my eyes. your a little star struck innuendos
inadequacies an' foreign bodies
and the sunlight shining through the crack in the window pane
and the sunlight shining through the crack in the window pane
so open up the window and let me breathe. i said open up the window
shh shh shh shh shh and let me breathe. i'm looking down to the street below
lord is a fool's room. the cool room
lord is a fool's room. and i can almost smell your t.b. sheets
and i can almost smell your t.b. sheets
on your sick bed. i gotta go