and i forgot that the creative type just ain't for me...

Mr Slackjaw - the night bell

Mr Slackjaw
You're in my hair tonight
You're shadow softly wavering
In this fading light
He was the creative type
So he's not for me
Because the creative type
Just imagine things

Beneath this stars light

In the dark behind your eyelids
It's in the air around
These sounds that we've grown up with
But still never noticed until now
Because we kept our petty town-folk ediquet
Like the fences around our homes
And when this sanctity proved unbearable
Our desires became wearable

Come the winter
Was like our testing ground
Where our round edges and depressions
Took on a grayness like the clouds
And I can't kick this old feeling
That's been with us most our lives
That we simply don't belong
No we simply don't belong here
It was on the coldest night I think I've ever known
A sharp clear cold night
When I found your warmth

Beneath this stars light

So Mr slackjaw
Let's go out tonight
You'll wear your best with the ruffled chest
And we'll walk to the car in this fading light
You are the creative type
At least you talk that way
And I forgot that the creative type
Just aint for me.