Compression - Peter Murphy

Look in the mirror, lest you forget the flower in the room

And on the dark of half past noon (?)

You all go lose and on the dark of heaven’s dream

And please don’t tell, those be concealed

Everything about me

Compression, is it my lesson

And it’s softly

Compression, my lessons, bind mutually

My lesson, confession

My lesson, confession

You’re the runner to another sea, another time

This advice fall free, in another time

Turn the fingers inside out, inside out

Make your favors you and count

And please don’t tell, those be concealed

Everything about me

Compression, is it my lesson

And it’s softly

Compression, my lessons, bind mutually

My lesson, confession

My lesson, confession