The Shock of Kontakt

Astrid, do you recall the Sundays at the Spa with double straws
From a carton with a heart on?
Who could ask for more?
You'd assure me you’d support me
As I tried to write that novel
In the hovel we called home
You'd mow the lawn
You'd pay the bills
You touched me there
You touched me there
The shock of kontakt kept us warm
The shock of kontakt kept us warm
The shock of kontakt kept us warm
Astrid, you kept your word
You never said a word
As I ripped up the pages
Spent your wages
Entertaining friends you hated
Making bombs
I planted them in galleries
Your salary it was wasted (oh, how criminal)
They cut the power
They pulled the plug
They took away the phone
We're quite alone
We share a candle in the cellar
Oh, you touched me there
The shock of kontakt kept us warm
The shock of kontakt kept us warm
The shock of kontakt kept us warm, warm, warm, warm, warm…
And Astrid, as sure as blue skies always turn to grey
They came with guns
I tried to run
And you took all the blame
They took you and I never said a word
And now you never say a word
As I lean through the bars
I whisper my apologies
Oh, jesus you stare clean through me
You cut me down
Still, I touch you there
I touch you there
The shock of kontakt keeps us warm
I touch you there
The shock of kontakt keeps us warm