The humility

There's a picture of Jesus lying in His mother's arms
Shuttered windows, cars hummin' on the street below
The fountain throbbed in the lobby of the Grand Hotel
We checked into room 33, yeah, well, well, well, well (oh, oh)

You were a runaway flake of snow
You were skinny and white as a wafer, yeah, I know
Sitting on the edge of the bed, clicking your shoes
I slid my little songs out from under you (oh, oh)

And we all rose from our wonder
We will never admit defeat
And we leaned out of the window
And watched the rain fall on the street
Well, on the street

They were just a sigh released from a dying star
They were runaway flakes of snow, yeah, I know
They annexed your insides in a late night raid
And we sent down for drinks and somethin' to eat
The car is hummin' on the street below (oh, oh)

Well, a fountain throbbed in the lobby of the Grand Hotel
That spurting font of creativity, yeah, I know
Your head in a pool of your own streaming hair (oh, oh)
Jesus lying in His mother's arms (oh, oh)
Up on the wall, just so, just so

And we all rose from our wonder
We will never admit defeat
And we leaned out of the window
And watched black horses in the street
Well, in the street

Oh, yeah, yeah
Oh, well, well, well, well, well, well
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Room 33, oh
Oh, well, well, well, TJ (oh)
Oh, no, no, no, oh (oh, oh)
(Oh) room 33
Well, well, well, well (oh), yeah
Yeah, room 33, oh

Thank you very much