Cocteau Twins - The itchy glowbo blow lyrics

Still stepping over me

Little, he needs

(Didn't he? How hadn't he?)

Little, you may need

And you know how sometimes

When your face gives right in to him

You've chosen your life for your man, yea

And look at your goals

Standing at his feet

(Didn't he? How hadn't he?)

Sometimes he flailed

But you're glad he cares

But you're glad he

And you died sometimes

When your face gives right in to him

You've chosen your life for your man, yea

For him? For yourself?

Futile, in love

(Didn't he? How hadn't he?)

Futile is this fever

And you died

Did I see dark lines?

So, what have you got now?

Futile, in love

(Didn't he? How hadn't he?)

Futile is this fever

The spirit of life fires me now (x3)

The spirit of life fires me