Black Mass - Creeper

Now, Madeline, your friends don’t understand the thing we have

You sit up nightly on the bed, leave the TV in the corner on

Sometimes you don’t quite know what’s going on

Your mother swears it’s in your head

So I sit outside your house, waiting

So can I come over?

I’m not a dream that you wish you’d have

If faced the choice, you’d dream so coy of all the boys

Well, let me tell you now

Madeline, when you were young did you think we would wed?

I always did but never said

In the summer, in your favourite dress when all your first loves left you such

a mess, I’d come on over none the less

So I sit outside your house, waiting

Darling, I see you with those open sleeping eyes

In the night time under moonlight, under sweeping starless skies

Now can I come over?

I’m not a dream that you wish you’d have

If faced the choice, you’d dream so coy of all the boys, of all the boys