Peter Murphy - Low Room

You've been away a while, while the art on the box cuts
The streets gone wild, defeated wild
Sitting in the low room, where we wind our love loom
Don't you think it's wrong that I should get stuck in a room?
The low room

Low room, low room
Two, three, uh!

I don't know what, what can I do to break the chains
We talk a lot, we break high ground, high ground no shame
Maybe there's no need to fight against the chains
Rations of irrational thirsty for the up
Of secret honey, honey on the lips

Low room, low room
Ten!
Three, four, push!

You're away tonight as the art on the box cuts
Vivid life in action shame as the shock cuts
Stuck in a room frigid and strained
Rejecting interaction repeating refrains in the low room

Repeating the holy names in the low room
Repeating the holy names in the low room
Repeating the holy names in the low room

Puuush!

Shame as the shock cuts…
Shame as the shock cuts…
Stuck in a room, shock
Hit, hit
Low room, hit, shame…