The smiles as she walked in the room Have all turned into frowns Am I too quick to assume That the love is no longer in bloom? The tantrums and the tears play a very different tune to what they did before Her heads red raw And the ending doesn't sound like the happiest around When you sobbed before It felt much more like the product of a squabble Now there's reason for it to be something more And there would be Oh it's uncertain whether the curtain has Shut for good, she Said \"See if it's still raining, I'm not dressed for it and If you loved me...\" and I interrupted, received a scowl and stare But still decided to stop her there
Would it be outrageous to say We're either shouting or we're shagging Locked in tempestuous ways At least that's how it felt yesterday The eyes are getting heavier And whether they are asleep or awake Is a mystery Would a kiss be too much to ask? When you fit me like Sunday's frozen pitch fits the thermos flask It's a pity It just hit me we can't go back To the chest touching on the back