Burn the Black Suit

I found out how to keep you keen, I read it in a magazine
One of those expensive ones, so it must be true, it must be true
Seems large amounts of alcohol is all it takes to make you fall
If I stroke your ego through the night, it'll be all right, it'll be all right
If this is desire, expect nothing new
But if this is love, burn your black suit
If this is desire, expect nothing new
But if this is love, burn your black suit
I worry now I'm close to you, for your face is grey, your lips are blue
And you spend your days in no man's land, make me take my pleaseure where I can
You trail behind me like a broken kite but it's far too late to put things right
And I find that looking back at you gives a better view, a better view
If this is desire, expect nothing new
But if this is love, burn your black suit
If this is desire, expect nothing new
But if this is love, burn your black suit
Call yourself a dark angel born to make it good
A dark angel from the heavens to the dole queue
If this is desire, we're expecting nothing new
But when this is finally love we can burn our black suit
I wish that I had brought you joy, it's hurting me to see you cry
But I don't feel enough for you to see it through, to see it through
If this is desire, expect nothing new
But if this is love, burn your black suit
If this is desire, expect nothing new
But if this is love, burn your black suit
If this is desire, expect nothing new
But if this is love, burn your black suit
If this is desire, expect nothing new.
But if this is love, burn your black suit