Lyrics Black Mass - Creeper

Black Mass

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