Seattle calls like a mourning dove Like a ghost in the dark A voice in the fog Shes a crazy lady Shes a fire in drag Misty mountain And I will run, Ill run Ill crawl Send a picture Painted photograph Show me the faces Of the people that you met in dreams To remind me Sorrow Is a poets disease And the magic Is his, is his to believe So call at night, dear Talk of Navajo skies Talk of billboards And what youve come to realize You say Im crazy But Im only lonely While the summer cries out from the pouring rain So tell me baby What makes it crazy To run from the sound of the crushing rain Go away from me Heartbreak It has run out of steam So has living Lost in a whitewashed dream Its a dirty Tuesday And Im finding myself Singin to you But Im singin for myself Its just that lately Shes been alive in me Shes the stony heart Shes the fire in me So you say Im crazy But Im only lonely While the summer cries out from the pouring rain So tell me baby What makes it crazy To run from the sound of the crushing rain Run away with me
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