Lyrics: Love Detective
Album: The Red Thread
Artist: Arab Strap
 

We slept in this morning and she had to get ready in a hurry – no time for her usual attention to detail – and she ran out the door, slamming it behind her, leaving her keys swinging and janglin
Stayed in bed until i heard the downstairs door shut, then peeked through the blinds and as soon as she was out of sight, i went for the keys. she never tried to make a secret of the box or the
It was locked or even where she kept it. but as i said at the time – "if you’ve nothing to hide, why hide it?"

It’s one of those wee red cashbox things and she keeps it in a drawer by the bed, under some pictures and books. every key she has is on the same keyring – it took me a while to find the right o
Don’t know, i suppose i’ve had my doubts for a while. there’s been hushed phone-calls virtually every night, her friends stop talking when i come in the room and they look at each other, and i
Know, it’s just a feeling. anyway, i eventually found the right key and it fitted perfectly in. i put the box on top of the bed and opened it up…

There were these pictures of friends and ex’s, letters, postcards, doodles, nothing bad – and then i found some sort of sex diary and i went to the latest entry. it explicity detailed a recent a
Ure up the park with a boy she said she had forgotten about…

And it got worse as it went on. the dates never made sense, there were people i had never even heard of. eventually i had to stop reading it because i started to feel sick. so i put everything b
He way i found it, shut the drawer and phoned you. see, i don’t know what to do. i keep having fantasies about leaving her dictaphone under the pillow or following her when she goes to work. i’v
N lying about where i’m going, just in case i can bump into her.