The Horrors - Gloves lyrics
[The Horrors - Gloves lyrics]
Lying on the drainage board, so still
Yesterday a leather glove
From the slim fingered hand of a woman
The next time I saw one
It was lying half frozen
And twisted on the herb
And I couldn't take it
Now I have my own private collection
All lined in rows when you
Open up the wardrobe doors
Now I have no room for my obsession
Lined up and labelled in neat little packets
The next time I saw one
It stuck inside my head and became all that
I could think about
And through wax seals and padlocks
A hand through my ribcage
Past the choking I saw
Palms and fingers grasping
Shoulders collarbone crushing
I imagined myself
Hacking desperately at a sea of appendages
Forward and right
Freeing myself like a butcher
Feeling the mash of bone and sinew
Running slowly down the front of my body
And I couldn't take it any more
I said, I've got to go
I've got to get out of here i've got to go
And I ran down the street i've got to go
I've got to get out of here i've got to go