i came to pick you up drivingni tried to phone you to come down but you were onlinenand so i had to pop by your housenif there's time for a smoke then i should buy some fagsnand a ticket's on the window when i come backni should've written the code to your doornshoulda had it as a tattoo on my handnshoulda learned the numbers by heartnand you would've let me in againnnyou got into my little blue japanese carnyour hair smelling good from the showernyou looked at all the tapes around and on the floornyou even stepped on sticky fingersnyou took the white box with daniel johnston tapengenuine from austin texasnand said nwhat that, well it looks pretty coolnnand i knew even if for some reason nyou did not know nsome of the most beautiful things in the worldnthen you were one of them too andnthere could be a lot of songsnthere could be a lot of songsnthere could be a lot of songsnthere could be a lot of songs