Horrors, The - 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 kerb..

and I...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'll think twice before I pick it up this time

Since I thought about what it had done

and where it had been and who it had belonged to

And I'll twice before I pick it up this time

I thought about who it might have done

and where it had come from and what it might have belonged to

The next time I saw one I had that itching sensation

but my hands stayed by my sides and I couldn't take it

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 out of here, I've got to go..