I woke on a dark, wild wintry morning
rain weeping down the window panes.
I could not return to that other land
so wiped dreams from world-weary eyes
surfing the radio hearing Tainted Love.
I sang along turning the sound up high
remembering the 80s now long gone by.
This was our song and the memories
brought an ache into my soul
but I listened to Marc Almond until the end
switching off the radio only to dream
of the tune playing in a club in York,
bright red lipstick with her hand touching mine
in a different world...where life tasted fine.
rain weeping down the window panes.
I could not return to that other land
so wiped dreams from world-weary eyes
surfing the radio hearing Tainted Love.
I sang along turning the sound up high
remembering the 80s now long gone by.
This was our song and the memories
brought an ache into my soul
but I listened to Marc Almond until the end
switching off the radio only to dream
of the tune playing in a club in York,
bright red lipstick with her hand touching mine
in a different world...where life tasted fine.
