i knocked on your door i knocked on your door is this the type of thing one takes medicine for you know a girl for every name and i know maybe four and my friends are your friends but your friends aren t my friends i saw you with your eyes closed and i kept looking i saw you with your mouth open and i kept gaping i grabbed you by the collar my hand still shaking and said won t you be my neighbor won t you be my neighbor i found you through the telephone you were running through the wires up broken stairs in sunday clothes we sat so close we sat so close singing quietly i couldn t help but stare your wrists seemed perfect for my hands don t let me be only a song in the air you would find me time consuming you would find me burdening and you would find me upside down on your front lawn singing you re the only one you re the one 