R.E.M. — E-Bow the Letter

[Verse 1: Michael Stipe] Look up, what do you see? All of you and all of me Fluorescent and starry, some of them, they surprise The bus ride, I went to write this, 4 AM, this letter Fields of poppies, little pearls, all the boys and all the girls Sweet-toothed, each and every one a little scary I said your name, I wore it like a badge of teenage film stars Hash bars, cherry mash and tinfoil tiaras Dreaming of Maria Callas, whoever she is This fame thing, I don't get it I wrap my hand in plastic to try to look through it Maybelline eyes and girl-as-boy moves It can take you far, this star thing, I don't get it [Chorus: Patti Smith and Michael Stipe] I'll take you over, there I'll take you over, there Aluminum, tastes like fear Adrenaline, it pulls us near I'll take you over, there It tastes like fear I'll take you over [Verse 2: Michael Stipe] Will you live to 83? Will you ever welcome me? Will you show me something that nobody else has seen? Smoke it, drink, here comes the flood Anything to thin the blood These corrosives do their magic slowly and sweet Phone, eat it, drink, just another chink Cuts and dents, they catch the light Aluminum, the weakest link I don't wanna disappoint you, I'm not here to anoint you I would lick your feet, but is that the sickest move? I wear my own crown of sadness and sorrow And who'd have thought tomorrow would be so strange? My loss, and here we go again [Chorus: Patti Smith and Michael Stipe] I'll take you over, there I'll take you over, there Aluminum, tastes like fear Adrenaline, it pulls us near I'll take you over, there It tastes like fear, pulls us near I'll take you over [Verse 3: Michael Stipe] Look up, and what do you see? All of you and all of me, fluorescent and starry And some of them, they surprise I can't look it in the eyes, Seconal, Spanish fly, absinthe, kerosene Cherry-flavored neck and collar I can smell the sorrow on your breath The sweat, the victory and sorrow, the smell of fear I got it [Chorus: Patti Smith and Michael Stipe] I'll take you over, there Aluminum, tastes like fear Adrenaline, it pulls us near I'll take you over, take you there Aluminum, tastes like fear Adrenaline, it pulls us near I'll take you over, take you there It tastes like fear, pulls us near I'll take you over, take you there It tastes like fear, pulls us near [Outro: Patti Smith and Michael Stipe] Pulls us near (It tastes like fear) It tastes like fear (Pulls us near) Pulls us near (Near, near) Over, over, over, over (And nearer and nearer) Over, over, yeah Oh, oh (I'll take you over) Yeah (I'll take you over, I'll take you there) Oh, over (I'll take you there) Over, baby (I'll take you over) There, there There, baby