Peter Murphy - A 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
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