Gloves
Today I found a baby's glove
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 kerb 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
I've got to go
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 kerb 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
I've got to go
Credits
Writer(s): Faris Adam Derar Badwan, Thomas Furse Fairfax Cowan, Joseph Patrick Spurgeon, Rhys Timothy Somerset Webb, Joshua Mark Hayward
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