Il testo della Gloves

The Horrors

Data di rilascio : 01/01/2007

Durata : 0:02:49

Stile : Alternative

Today i found a baby's glove
Lying on the drainage board, so still
Yesterday a leather glove
From the slim tinkered hand of a woman

The next time i saw one it was lying half frozen
And twisted on the curb, 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 labeled in neat little packets

The next time i saw one it stuck inside my head
And became all that i could think about, oh

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, i've got to go