I cry when you look at me My eyes could not really believe The type of beauty that they see They saw everything in between But you're something else, something neat I'm thinking of you in my sleep And when she walks she stops the street She'd make the Virgin Mary weep And they don't understand No they don't understand I was chasing shadows on the wall Open your window, lock the door Hear the breeze blow through the hall And up the stairs to chase the stars The moon drips through just like a leak From the frame straight to the sheets And you're something else, you're a creep Just like Thom in '93 And maybe we should hang Yeah maybe we should ♪ I cry when you look at me My eyes could not really believe The type of beauty that they see They saw everything in between 'Cause she's the sky and she's the trees She's the blue and she's the green She's the ground under your feet The type your mother said to keep I cry when you look at me My eyes could not really believe The type of beauty that they see They saw everything in between But you're something else, something neat I'm thinking of you in my sleep And when she walks she stops the street She'd make the Virgin Mary weep Hang, hang, hang Hang, hang, hang Yeah maybe we should hang