He doesn't make your knees weak He's beautiful and bleak He has a porcelain face That cracks when he speaks I go to start a conversation but I, Get no reply Instead you stare like a statue as I, Break down and cry (Cry, cry, cry...) Your face is like an eagle, But your mind is like a crow And boy, I know you have opinions, But you don’t let them show You're a shelf of books without the pages A wealth of thoughts locked up in cages (Locked up, locked up, locked up...) And if blood runs through your veins, Don't you suppose it's such a waste? To be composed in such a way Just let me in (Out, in, out, in, out, in...) Just let me in (Out, in, out, in, out, in...) You write me letters In a pen with no ink And you have your own eyes But you don't dare blink You speak in words without a sentence, You're the ghost that haunts me without a presence Without a presence, without a presence And if blood runs through your veins, Don't you suppose it's such a waste? To be composed in such a way Just let me in (Out, in, out, in, out, in...) Just let me in (Out, in, out, in, out, in...) Just let me in