Cocteau Twins

Im seemin to be glad a lot
Im happy again, come, come in time
This mustnt hurt or harm yourself
Well, me, I give in to your arms
Youre the match of jerico
That will burn this old madhouse down
And Ill throw open like a walnut (blown up? ) safe
More like a love thats a bottle of exquisite stuff, yes
You, yourself, and your father
Dont know him, so part in your own ways
Youve really both bone setters
Thank you for mending me babies