Gloves Lyrics

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 kerp..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,"

And I ran down the street,
I've got to get go,
I've got to get out of here,
I've got to go,
I've got to go..