作曲 : Horrors
Album:Strange House

Today I found a baby's glove

Lying on the drainage board so still

Yesterday a leather glove

from the slim hand of a woman

The next time I saw one it was lying
half frozen and twisted on the kerb

and I take

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

I took  throught problems.

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