Gloves

歌詞

Today I found a baby's glove Lying on the drainage board, so still Yesterday a leather glove From the slim tinkered hand of a woman The next time I saw one it was lying half frozen And twisted on the curb, 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 labeled in neat little packets The next time I saw one it stuck inside my head And became all that I could think about, oh 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, 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