one of my turns

Day after day, love turns grey
Like the skin of a dying man
And night after night we pretend it's 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
You'll find my favourite axe
Don't look so frightened
This is just a passing phase
Just one of my bad days

Would you like to watch T.V. ?
Or get between the sheets
Or contemplate the silent freeway ?
Would you like something to eat ?
Would you like to learn to fly ?
Would you ?

Would you like to see me try ?

Would you like to call the cops ?
Do you think it's time to stop ?

Why are you running away ?