“Show me, show me, show me how you do that trick, the one that makes me scream, she said / The one that makes me laugh, she said / Threw her arms around my neck / Show me how you do it, and I’ll promise you I’ll run away with you."
”Remembering you, how you used to be
Slow drowned, you were angels, so much more than everything
Hold for the last time then slip away quietly
Open my eyes, but I never see anything”
Never a greater romantic poet than Robert Smith