The Itchy Glowbo Blow - 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 goes red 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

Splittin' down as far as me now

Splittin' down as far as me now

Splittin' down as far as me now

Splittin' down as far as me