the operation (charlotte gainsbourg)

reminds me of polly scattergood.

I want to explore you, I’m gonna get under your skin
So you can feel me running through your veins.
I want to examine every inch of your frame
The pressure points that cause your joy and pain

Our love goes under the knife
There is no room for doubt.

Now I’m inside you, my hands can feel their way
Further inside than I have ever been
Now I can really mess around with your heart
And fill it to the brim with broken dreams

Our love goes under the knife
Two lives may be saved.

And if I pull this off, I’ll refuse the Nobel prize
Instead I will look into your eyes.
If I pull this off, your whole body will be mine
And I’m prepared to work throughout the night.

Our love goes under the knife
Nothing is taboo here on the cutting edge of science

Too much information, I feel I’m getting lost
Absorbed into the fibre of your soul
Deep within the abbatoir of your entrails – your insides
Lost in you forever, far from home.

Our love goes under the knife; someone got too close
Our love goes under the knife; the heart was rejected by the host.

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