A Strange Kind of Love (version II) - Peter Murphy

A strange kind of love

A strange kind of feeling

Swims through your eyes

And like the doors

To a wide vast dominion

They open to your prize

This is no terror ground

Or place for the rage

No broken hearts

White wash lies

Just a taste for the truth

Perfect taste choice and meaning

A look into your eyes

Blind to the gemstone alone

A smile from a frown circles round

Should he stay or should he go

Let him shout a rage so strong

A rage that knows no right or wrong

And take a little piece of you

There is no middle ground

Or that's how it seems

For us to walk or to take

Instead we tumble down

Either side left or right

To love or to hate