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