Childbirth tears upon her muscle Very first second a screaming icon Babies in time barely even recognise Words that once stroked now bruising tired lips My idea of love comes from A childhood glimpse of pornography Though there is no true love Just a finely tuned jealousy Life becoming a landslide Ice freezing nature dead Life becoming a landslide I don't wanna be a man Everyday more numb to agony This the howl this the sigh of the lonely One day I realise oil on canvas Can never paint a petal so so delicate My idea of love comes from A childhood glimpse of pornography Though there is no true love Just a finely tuned jealousy Life becoming a landslide Ice freezing nature dead Life becoming a landslide I don't wanna be a man Life becoming a landslide Ice freezing nature dead Life becoming a landslide I don't wanna be a... My idea of love comes from A childhood glimpse of pornography Though there is no true love Just a finely tuned jealousy Life becoming a landslide A mile empty inside Life becoming a landslide Desire on its knees Life becoming a landslide A mile empty inside Life becoming a landslide Desire on its knees