Creepin'

(альбом: Chief - 2011)

Like a honeybee beating on my screen door,
I got a little buzz and my head is sore,
And from my bed I can feel the sun,
Lord I hear the morning come.

Just a creeping
Creeping, creeping, creeping.

You shot outta hell like a bullet from a gun,
A flip of a switch,
A thief on the run,
And since the day you left me baby,
I can feel the lonely,
I can hear the crazy.

Just a creeping
Creeping
Just a creeping
Creeping

Head for the future,
Run from the past,
Hide from the mirror,
And live in a glass,
What dreams forget the whiskey remembers,
Kinda like molasses in late December.

Just a creeping
Creeping
Oh, creeping

[Album version:] Your cocaine kiss and caffeine love,
[Music video version:] Your caffeine kiss and nicotine love,
Got under my skin and into my blood,
That need you back comes over me,
Like ivy crawling up a hickory tree.

Just a creeping
Creeping
Just a creeping creeping
Creeping

Head to the future,
Run from the past,
Hide from the mirror,
And live in a glass,
What dreams forget the whiskey remembers,
Kinda like molasses in late December.

Just a creeping
Creeping
Ah, come on!

Break it down, down, down, down...

Just last night I saw the light,
At the end of that tunnel on the other side,
Thought I found my way outta this pain,
Only to find your memory train.

Creeping, creeping, creeping, creeping...