Clare Bowditch And The Feeding Set - This Bastard Disease lyrics

I'm not sure who to confide in any more about you. Nobody can say. Nobody can explain From here - where to? I want to protect you. I want to k** this ba*tard disease, But it will not talk to me. On good days It's fair to say your face lights up for me. You still remind me of all that once did bind, Of all the little happy things. I want to protect you. I want to k** this ba*tard disease, But it will not talk to me.