[Instrumental Intro] There's a big armchair In the corner of my room Beside the window Where the light is good I dragged it in From the empty room Across the hall. It's where I sit Every afternoon Into the evening Until the light leaves And it gets too dark to read I had to have Somewhere I could be On my own So I could think. I had to have Somewhere I could be On my own So I could think. Cathy drifts Around the garden Smiling to herself now It gives me the creeps. Oh, it gives me the creeps. It gives me the creeps. Oh, it gives me the creeps. I keep wondering If maybe Rachel told her Told her How it's done And now Cathy's building up her strength Building up her strength now And soon Soon she'll be gone. It gives me the creeps. Oh, it gives me the creeps It gives me the creeps. Oh, it gives me the creeps. It gives me the creeps. Oh, it gives me the creeps. [Instrumental Break] One day Cathy won't be here any more. She'll be gone She'll be gone But I'll be here She'll be gone I'll still be here Two of us left Here all alone Just Cat and me Just Me and Cat And there's something not quite real about her. Something not quite real Not quite real about her. There's something not quite real about me too. It gives me the creeps. Oh, it gives me the creeps. It gives me the creeps. Oh, it gives me the creeps. It gives me the creeps. Oh, it gives me the creeps. It gives me the creeps. Oh, it gives me the creeps. [Continue To Fade]
