Текст Eric Church – Creepin’

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 creepin’
Creepin’, creepin’, creepin’.

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 creepin’
Creepin’
Just a creepin’
Creepin’

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 creepin’
Creepin’
Oh, creepin’

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,

Just a creepin’
Creepin’
Just a creepin’ creepin’
Creepin’

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 creepin’
Creepin’
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.

Creepin’, creepin’, creepin’, creepin’…