The itchy glowbo blow Lyrics - Cocteau Twins
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
Writer: FRASER, ELIZABETH/GUTHRIE, ROBIN/RAYMONDE, SIMON
Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Universal Music Publishing Group
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