There is a cloud of complications Headed toward us from the beach Black hearted mists will twist around you And everything will freeze We really should be somewhere else We need a taxi, like, right away We need to try just to figure out what to do Baby Bad stuff happened here in the old days Somebody said an old guy put a curse on the whole place When he died in the fireplace, it badly burned his face And if you say his name three times, he'll be behind you With his crawling love There is a prehistoric insect And it's nested in my bed And it's laid a lot of eggs there I can't get it out of my head I locked my bedroom door I ain't goin' back in there I never realised it was you Baby Watch out! Anyone could be like that, I don't suppose You would know of any way to reverse or prevent the Changing of a man into a giant moth? Deadly spores that he secretes inside his love... There's no escape from crawling love