Текст песни Агата Кристи - Ползет

creeps
muses. et seq . Mr. Samoilov

I was a child hiding in the closet
A wardrobe stood in a corner
What an ugly Moon
Lick it out of the window
I hate the light of the moon
When the clock strikes twelve
And the wall is here
Crawling crawling crawling crawling crawling
I was a child hiding in the closet
I live in it and it will die
I feel that it's here
That it wants to eat me
I hate the light of the moon
When the clock strikes twelve
When I was such here
Crawling crawling crawling crawling crawling