this is the sound of poisons the sickness no one knows no one is crying for us this time our shapes are blurring under miracles of snow weave a circle round him three times you have to plan your moves at these times our hearts are breaking one more song to go these eyes are blind this is a pure thing these hands i kiss tragic as anything these eyes are blind this is a pure thing all splash and hiss beyond my measuring only the anacrucis the main event remains shameful and naked out there in the great cold outdoors we have to learn these things again bathe in this incandescent glow the leap to something i don t know there is no doubt upon us when the greasy men come back again these eyes are blind this is a pure thing these hands i kiss tragic as anything these eyes are blind this is a pure thing all splash and hiss beyond my measuring these faded flowers precious as memory a veil of cloud correct as energy we had some good machines but they don t work no more i loved you once don t love you anymore these eyes are blind this is a pure thing these hands i kiss tragic as anything these eyes are blind this is a pure thing all splash and hiss beyond my measuring these faded flowers precious as memory a veil of cloud correct as energy we had some good machines but they don t work no more i loved you once don t love you anymore
['new romantic', 'new wave', 'synthpop']