There is a cloud of complications
Headed toward us from the beach
Black hearted mists will twist around you
And everything will freeze

We really should be somewhere else
We need a taxi, like, right away
We need to try just to figure out what to do
Baby

Bad stuff happened here in the old days
Somebody said an old guy put a curse on the whole place
When he died in the fireplace, it badly burned his face
And if you say his name three times, he'll be behind you

With his crawling love

There is a prehistoric insect
And it's nested in my bed
And it's laid a lot of eggs there
I can't get it out of my head

I locked my bedroom door
I ain't goin' back in there
I never realised it was you
Baby
Watch out! Anyone could be like that, I don't suppose
You would know of any way to reverse or prevent the
Changing of a man into a giant moth?
Deadly spores that he secretes inside his love...

There's no escape from crawling love