More songs by DEADLETTER
Description
Producer: Ben Romans-Hopcraft
Composer: Zac Lawrence
Composer: George Ullyott
Composer: Alfie Husband
Composer: Will King
Composer: Sam Jones
Composer: Nathan Pigott
Lyrics and translation
Original
It comes creeping, takes you from behind.
Never calls you by your name, but summons you for slaughter just to taste.
And you're imbibed, left beaten, curled up 'neath its parasitic laughter.
It does smother, makes you feel at home, and tells you, " 'Cause your heart is mine," you need not seek another glimpse into its eyes.
And you're left like hard, cold stone. Once you crack, ensures you crumble.
Even in pieces, still it smothers.
Better keep an eye or heart on nothing but this stalker before it skins you, hangs you out, and wears you like a sweater.
It comes creeping.
It comes creeping.
And I see you there without it, and I see you there without it, and I see you there without it, at your shoulders before dry.
It comes creeping.
It comes creeping.
English translation
It comes creeping, takes you from behind.
Never calls you by your name, but summons you for slaughter just to taste.
And you're imbibed, left beaten, curled up 'neath its parasitic laughter.
It does smother, makes you feel at home, and tells you, " 'Cause your heart is mine," you need not seek another glimpse into its eyes.
And you're left like hard, cold stone. Once you crack, ensures you crumble.
Even in pieces, still it smothers.
Better keep an eye or heart on nothing but this stalker before it skins you, hangs you out, and wears you like a sweater.
It comes creeping.
It comes creeping.
And I see you there without it, and I see you there without it, and I see you there without it, at your shoulders before dry.
It comes creeping.
It comes creeping.