Firething (feat. Anita Lane) Lyrics

Anita Lane:
What did you think when you saw his hands?

Gudrun Gut:
I wondered if they could kill people

AL:
Yeah, it's always like that
Why are you crying?
Why are you crying?

GG:
There's a girl going blind on TV

AL:
Yeah, Little House On The Prairie

GG:
What are you thinking?
What are you thinking?

AL:
How he lets me use his firething, his firething

How his hands smelt clean like a good father's
Like Gregory Peck's, how his eyes held things
And the candles shined, the lips of his mouth
And how something sparkled in them

GG:
I know he was home when you telephoned
He is passive-aggressive
He hates women

AL:
His touch opens worlds; it rages, it riots
It reveals not too much, me neither
It's a sexy zig-zag, it's Salman Rushdie
It's fugitive in my blood

GG:
He won't cure you of your memories
And he might give you pictures
You can never shake

AL:
How he lets me use his firething (x6)

GG:
Optional firething

AL:
How he lets me use his firething, his firething (x6)

GG:
He lets you use his lighter