Everyday I Die (Live 1980)

The problems of need

I need you

Obscene dreams in

Rusty beds

No one came here

Tonight

I pulled on me

I needed to

I unstick pages and read

I look at pictures of you

I smell the lust in my hand

Everyday I die

Her favourite trick was to suck me inside

Oh so very art nouveau

Completely false feelings of love

I don't know

No one knows but that died years ago