Perfect Murder - The Glove

Move inside my daydream

Like fingers in a glove

Twisting round and round and round

Round and round and round with love!

The meeker sleeker circle girls dressed in docile white

Spinning on a hill they follow the dracula kite

The first idea flew thin and uninvited from the sky

I reached out my hands and held the knife of ice

Very thin red water flowed underneath my skin

I turned their eyes blue children

The perfect murder

Wait until the darkest coldest summer nights

That’s when it starts

But if you blink you’ll miss the fun

You’ll lose their pretty hearts

Pretty hearts