I cry when you look at me
My eyes could not really believe
The type of beauty that they see
They saw everything in between

But you're something else, something neat
I'm thinking of you in my sleep
And when she walks she stops the street
She'd make the Virgin Mary weep

And they don't understand
No they don't understand

I was chasing shadows on the wall
Open your window, lock the door
Hear the breeze blow through the hall
And up the stairs to chase the stars

The moon drips through just like a leak
From the frame straight to the sheets
And you're something else, you're a creep
Just like Thom in '93

And maybe we should hang
Yeah maybe we should