Breath Control Lyrics - Singles - Recoil

Who wouldn't want a good girl, a soft hand, 

A gentle woman for a gentleman? 

He said, 'It's been fine so far but after a while 

I want more than a soft style. 

I want some slashes 

To go with those long eyelashes.' 

And so the bedroom became the black room 

But a year later he wanted something more, 

Something I wasn't quite prepared for. 

He said, 'Every woman has an itch 

And every nice girl secretly wants to switch.' 

'I like how the skins look on your white hands. 

I'd like you to deliver one of my demands.' 

He said, 'Every woman has an itch 

And every nice girl wants to switch.' 

He led me in and lit the room with a hundred candles 

And said 'God never gives you more than you can handle.' 

I sat astride his chest, 'It's just a thrill,' he said, 

As he relaxed on the dark, dark bed, 'it's just breath control.' 

He whispered 'Hold me here' and I did and his head fell back. 

He whispered 'Press harder' and I did and his eyes rolled back. 

It's just breath control. Just breath control. 

I saw him go pale. I saw him seize up, 

I felt something creep up like a taste for this. 

Like a reward. 

A kind of love, 

A kind of lustmord. 

It was a minute then three then five then ten, 

He wasn't coming up again. 

I held on for twelve. 

I saw him seize and thrash and twist 

And when he was still, I lifted away my wrists 

And looked at my hands 

And tried to understand. 

'It's just a thrill' I said 

As he relaxed on the dark, dark bed. 

I sat aside his chest, 

'It's just a thrill,' he said, 

'just a thrill. It's just breath control.' 

When it was over, I slipped off the skins 

And drowned them in the river where we used to swim 

And a year later in a shop, I was stopped by a man. 

He said, 'I know you're looking for something that's hard to find 

And I think I have what you have in mind.' 

And he led me to a glass case 

And looked deep into my face... 

'It's just... control.'