The Creeper

I was creeping through some memories of you smiling at me Thinking what a strange, strange thing When I saw you at a table, and it struck me something special Like a stoned, lone tree In a field - stoic, beautiful, and lonely Now it's all that I can think All passionate and proper, softly gazing at the floor You were listening to me, yeah, you were listening to me Staring at you through the holes over my eyes I saw exactly how I was through And so I mustered up some words that would fill the space with sound To buy some time and watch you think "Oh, what a crazy-looking liar with a face like a clown But I guess he's alright with me" A little documented moment from a stranger's dream Inebriate and still You're as hazy as a bender with a face I can't remember Such an intangible thrill, yeah, such an intangible thrill Here comes the creeper, oh, oh, oh, oh Here comes the creeper, oh, oh, oh, oh Here comes the creeper, oh, oh, oh, oh I was creeping through some memories of you smiling at me Thinking what a strange, strange thing When I saw you at a table, and it struck me something special Like a stoned, lone tree In a field - stoic, beautiful, and lonely Now it's all that I can think All passionate and proper softly gazing at the floor You were listening to me Yeah, you were listening to me Yeah, you were listening to me Here comes the creeper, oh, oh, oh, oh Here comes the creeper, oh, oh, oh, oh Here comes the creeper, oh, oh, oh, oh