we only see surfaces when we look around
when we think in two colours we belong in this town
where the dead and the undead walk the streets, couple and choose
he feels black and blue but I didn't mean to upset you

close your eyes and watch his shadow turn.
run your hands through your hair and feel your eyes begin to burn.
how can you love the source of all of your pain
when rape eyes are telling you that he's dreaming again

love! bleed! nails! cross! god! tree! man! lost!
Nowi'm thinking about adam and eve.
paradise is on ice, darkness, light, can't sleep at night
and you're waiting for a chance to please.
please? i thought you said you had the key.

1990, London