Jim Clements

Love Makes Creeps Of Us All
(J. Clements)

I caught your eye across a crowded dance floor.
Or at least I thought I did, I wasn’t sure.
I couldn’t say hello. I needed to be certain.
So I double-checked, a dozen times or more.

And it’s not like I planned it, I’ve never done this before.
And you saw I went quietly when your husband showed me the door.
Oh and love, oh, love makes creeps of us all.

I went to your house to make myself feel better,
And because I knew that there was no-one home.
Your door was unlocked, so I thought I’d leave my letter
On the kitchen table, and then I’d turn and go.

And it’s not like I planned it, I’ve never done this before.
But you came home to find me sleeping on your bedroom floor.
Oh and love, oh, love makes creeps of us all.

Oh my Lord, let me out of my thoughts.
Help me believe in the better parts of me.
And let me love move in but one direction,
Because I become more trapped the more I struggle to be free.

Oh and love, oh, love makes creeps of us all.
Oh and love, oh, love makes creeps of us all.

Jim Clements - Vocals, Acoustic Guitar
Richard Clements - Drums
Dave Gooblar - Bass
Maya Ahuja - Violin
Lucy Jordan - Piano