Stephen hands her a comb and brush. She preens her hair
Glancing sideways, she believes she's suspended in mid air
Do you love me? Yes, I love you like I'll never love again
Will you leave me? Yes, I'll leave you to be loved by other men
Please stand up. Please be good enough to turn around
Keep your lips open, knees apart, eyes fixed on the ground
Do you love me? Yes, I love you like the marks upon your skin
Will you leave me? Yes, I'll leave you in the hands of other men
She never wants to say goodbye
She tries, but she never wants to say goodbye
And all at once it all starts spinning round her head
Somehow, something seemed to be so clear
She holds her breath now just because she thinks she can
As if on this point she might make a stand
She never wants to say goodbye
She tries but she never wants to say goodbye
To all the strange things she's begun to understand
To all the red rooms and the irons on her hands
She never wants to say goodbye
She tries but she never wants to say goodbye
To all the red rooms and the irons on her hands
To all the strange things she's begun to understand
She never wants to say goodbye