Lyric Bathtime

There s a city filth that lingers

All over my naked hands
Deep into the weave of the clothes I wear

And every step brings another

Every hour adds some more
Till I m on the other side leaning on your door
Are the taps running, darling?
Is the air thick with steam?
Can I find some place to cry these tears of shame?

Every step brings another

Every hour adds some more
Till I m on the other side leaning on your door

There s a smell so sweet it s sickly

It follows me into the room
Hangs in the air like rotting perfume

I never bathe in it, darling
Got down on my hands and knees
Got in so far, I became, well, a part of it all
I ve been wading through it
Don t you know it s up to my neck?
And it won t be long fore it s over my head
And it s the thought of you in my mind, keeps me. . .

Thought I knew these streets, and how they turn

Could always find my way home
There s something there, can t leave it alone

The trains they run all night

We could leave everything behind
Just bring that dress you bought when we first met

I know it s faded, darling
I know it s tattered and worn
In that dress, I could never love you more
I ve been wading through it
Don t you know it s up to my neck?
And it won t be long fore it s over my head
And I can suck it into my love, breathe it in