The Red Gloves

She said "I'd love to write like you."
The writer said: "Just take off my red gloves,
Put them on and your dream'll come true
With your love and your head
You can dance the dream with your body on
And this curve, is your smile
And this cross, is your heart
And this line, is your path."

Oh it's gonna be the way you always thought it would be
But it's gonna be no illusion
Oh it's gonna be the way you always dreamt about it
But it's gonna be really happening to ya

Oh but the minute I put them on
I knew I had done something wrong
All her gifts for the writing had gone
It's the red gloves, they can't stop writing, writing

"Oh it's gonna be the way you always thought it would be
But it's gonna be no illusion
Oh it's gonna be the way you always dreamt about it
But it's gonna be really happening to ya"

She gotta write, she gotta write
And she can't stop 'till them gloves come off
These gloves do, a kind of voodoo
They're gonna make her write 'till her fingers fall off

Feel your head come tumbling down
Feel your hands start kissing the keys
Feel your back start tightening
And see your eyes are lifted to God
With your voice, with the words,
I'm gonna dance the dream
And make the dream come true
I'm gonna write the dream
And make the dream come true

They're gonna make her write 'till her fingers bleeds
They're gonna make her write 'till her head spins

till her throat is dry
till her eyes do cry 

Call a doctor, call a priest
We think the beast is unleashed

Really happening to ya
Really happening to ya

Words copied and re-adapted from The red Shoes lyrics by Kate Bush