One Of My Turns - 2011 - Remaster
Day after day love turns gray
Like the skin on a dying man
And night after night we pretend it's all right
But I have grown older, and
You have grown colder, and
Nothing is very much fun any moreAnd I can feel one of my turns coming on
I feel cold as a razor bladeTight as a tourniquetDry as a funeral drumRun to the bedroom
In the suitcase on the left
You'll find my favourite axeDon't look so frightened
This is just a passing phase
One of my bad days
Would you like to watch TV?
Or get between the sheets?
Or contemplate the silent freeway?Would you like something to eat?
Would you like to learn to fly?
Would you like to see me try?Would you like to call the cops?
Do you think it's time I stopped?
Why are you running away?
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