I’ve still got your face
Painted on my heart
Carved upon my soul
Etched upon my memory

And I’ve got your kiss
Still, burning on my lips
The touch of your fingertips
Is left so deep inside of me

No one will give Ian major props for his lyrics. He tends to be repetitious and although I love listening to The Cult, I never really did it for the words.

But every once in a while, they nail it. I’m still surprised this is largely only available as a single or compilation album — but so is “The Witch”, so…

I think that Ian’s singing and sense of rhythm is what makes the vocals compelling, as opposed to the words themselves. He sure likes to use “baby” a lot, baby.