Gloves

Gloves - The 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