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The Correct Use Of Soap

The newcomer arrives 
Possession and guilt in his face 
Apologises to the Customs man 
For the gaping hole in his suitcase 
Says 'I've seen where promises are made 
I've seen how people are undone 
It's always done 
Man to man 
One to one 


I'm ditching an empty suitcase 
I've been in Storytown 
I've been swimming in poisons 
Been slowing up and down 
I've known the eeriest wounds 
The soul's long quarantine 
When no rewards remain 
No one and nothing comes clean 
I've been blown about for years 
On my way to you 
I've been blown about for years 
On my way to you 
And I still turn to love 
I want to burn again 
And I still turn to love 


In a room 
Where arrangements are made for success 
You try to say that you possess me 
By your caress 
I met your lover yesterday 
Wearing some things I left at your place 
Singing a song that means a lot to me 
I've known a certain grace 


I've been blown about for years 


On my way to you
And I still turn to love 
I'm still turning 
I want to burn again