She’s sipping a cappuccino 
Like a cat sipping out of a bowl 
He’s black espresso 
To start his heart when it gets cold 

He’s thinking ‘cognac’ 
But afraid his hands might shake 
She’s checking her make-up 
Her smile’s giving nothing away 

You better kill me before I kill you 
You look good in black 
Pay the bill and keep on walking 
Get a hole in their back 

Two faded tourists 
Their visas have long expired 
Two forgotten journalists 
Whose headlines have retired 

What’s that in his pocket? 
They aint Chinese banknotes 
What’s that in her handbag? 
That’s no bar of gold. 

Two suntanned lovers 
Love didn’t die, it just went dry 
Fading into the sunlight 
Those bones of love passing by