Peter Murphy
A Strange Kind Of Love
A strange kind of loveA strange kind of feelingSwims through your eyesAnd like the odorsTo a wide vast dominionThey open to your prizeThis is no terror groundOr place for the rageNo broken heartsWhite wash liesJust a taste for the truthPerfect taste choice and meaningA look into your eyesBlind to the gemstone aloneA smile from a frown circles roundShould he stay or should he goLet him shout a rage so strongA rage that knows no right or wrongAnd take a little piece of youThere is no middle groundOr that's how it seemsFor us to walk or to takeInstead we tumble downEither side left or rightTo love or to hate
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