The smiles as she walked in the room have all turned into frowns
I too quick to assume that the love is no longer in bloom
The [bad word] and the tears play a very different tunes to what they did before
Their heads red raw
And the end doesn't sound like the happiest around
When you sobbed before it felt much more like the product of the squabble
Now there's reason for it to be something more
And there would be
Oh its uncertain weather, the curtain has shut for good
She said "see if it's still raining but I'm not dressed for it, and if you loved me..."
And I [bad word] to receive the 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 phase
At least that's how we felt yesterday
The eyes are getting heavier
And whether you're sleep or awake, is a mistery
Would a kiss be too much to ask
When you fit me as 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