Tindersticks

Talk to me darling
Before you throw it away
Look into these eyes now
Look into these eyes
If its too far to fall
If it still makes you cry
You cant kill this love,
No you cant kill this love
You feel the rush in your arm
You see shadows form
You move forward slowly
To find nothing at all
In a hall of mirrors
You get sick of yourself
Think you can just leave the blade there
Sit and wait...