Peter Murphy - Strange Kind Of Love

A strange kind of love

A strange kind of feeling

Swims through your eyes

And like the doors

To a wide vast dominion

They open to your prize

This is no terror ground

Or place for the rage

No broken hearts

White wash lies

Just a taste for the truth

Perfect taste choice and meaning

A look into your eyes

Blind to the gemstone alone

A smile from a frown circles round

Should he stay or should he go

Let him shout a rage so strong

A rage that knows no right or wrong

And take a little piece of you

There is no middle ground

Or that's how it seems

For us to walk or to take

Instead we tumble down

Either side left or right

To love or to hate

The Cure - Lullaby

The Cure - Lullaby

On candystripe legs the spiderman comes

softly through the shadow of the evening sun

stealing past the windows of the blissfully dead

looking for the victim shivering in bed

searching out fear in the gathering gloom and

suddenly!

a movement in the corner of the room!

and there is nothing i can do

when i realize with fright

that the spiderman is having me for dinner tonight!

quietly he laughs and shaking his head

creeps closer now

closer to the foot of the bed

and softer than shadow and quicker than flies

his arms are all around me and his tongue in my eyes

"be still be calm be quiet now my precious boy

don't struggle like that or i will only love you more

for it's much too late to get away or turn on the light

the spiderman is having you for dinner tonight"

and i feel like i'm being eaten

by a thousand million shivering furry holes

and i know that in the morning i will wake up

in the shivering cold

and the spiderman is always hungry...