Breath Control

written by Alan Wilder and Nicole Blackman
leading vocal by Nicole Blackman

Who wouldnít want a good girl, a soft hand, a gentle woman for a gentleman? He said, "Itís 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 wasnít 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. Iíd 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, "Itís just a thrill," he said, as he relaxed on the dark, dark bed, "itís 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. Itís 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 wasnít 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. "Itís just a thrill" I said as he relaxed on the dark, dark bed. I sat aside his chest, "Itís just a thrill," he said, "just a thrill. Itís 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 youíre looking for something thatís 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.... "Itís just control."

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