Everyday I Die (Live) - Gary Numan

The problems of need

I need you

Obscene dreams in

Rusty beds

No one came here

Tonight

I pulled on me

I need to

I unstick pages and read

I look at pictures of you

I smell the lust in my hands

Everyday I die

Her favorite trick

Was to suck me inside

Oh so very

Art nouveau

Completely false

Feelings of love I don't

No one knows, but that died

Years ago

I unstick pages and read

I look at pictures of you

I smell the lust in my hands

Everyday I die