Marc Almond - Blood Tide

You're running for the kitchen drawer to find a knife to end me
'Cause if I'm not yours anymore then no-one else shall have me
The mirror broke seven years to go of misery and corrosion
We can watch our kind of love
We gotta a dangerous obsession
And there was a look that froze your eyes
Of irrational destruction
I only saw you through a selfish
Smokescreen of corruption
I fell upon you, threw you down
And out like other flotsam

Body unknown (x3)

Put your photo in my book of bodies
Like a killer counts the notches
Smile about you sometimes
When drawing of the catches
A gallery from the photo-booth
A hundred frozen faces