Dark Brush

We were overstaying, it was like a Dream come true Penciled in the timing You know pens are only for fool Drift around when you want it Never seem to follow the rules Enough of my talking, never be misunderstood (If you need help, dial the operator) Then you crept in my back door Now I know that you're pissed off Want to put your hands round my throat You looked like the devil It was something I could see right through Now I caught you counting the seconds until I'm through Then you crept through my back door Then you crept through my back door Then you crept through my back door (Are you talking to me?) --- Dark Brush - Umphrey's McGee