Siouxsie & The Banshees Fall From Grace
I am stone and I am blade A sharp eternal instant A darker heart a distant moan pleasures' deep and spectral instinct Look me in the eye speak it to my face My hate is cold As I fall from grace So wish away my gravity a curse the one and only lay terror tight unholy flight bear witness to the descent Yet nothing is forever So come nearer and confess but like a tender bruise temptation waits in one caress Look me in the eye speak it to my face My hate is cold As I fall from grace Cast me out and save your soul from madness rhyme and reason You banish doubt I'll spread the fear you'd better start believing Look me in the eye speak it to my face My hate is cold As I fall from grace
