The smiles as she walked in the room have all turned into frowns
Am I too quick to $$#ume that the love is no longer in bloom
The tantrums 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 interrupt 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