text: Day after day love turns gray
  Like the skin on a dying man
  And night after night we pretend its all right
  But I have grown older, and
  You have grown colder, and
  Nothing is very much fun any more
  And I can feel one of my turns coming on
  I feel cold as a razor blade
  Tight as a tourniquet
  Dry as a funeral drum
  Run to the bedroom
  In the suitcase on the left
  Youll find my favourite axe
  Dont look so frightened
  This is just a passing phase
  Just one of my bad days
  Would you like to watch TV?
  Or get between the sheets?
  Or contemplate the silent freeway?
  Would you like something to eat?
  Would you like to call the cops?
  Do you think its time I stopped?
  Why are you running away?