(Banks/Collins/Gabriel/Hackett/Rutherford)
Home from work our Juliet
Clears her morning meal.

She dabs her skin with pretty smells
Concealing to appeal.
I will make my bed,

She said, but turned to go.
Can she be late for her cinema show?


Romeo locks his ba!@&(t flat,
And scurries up the stair.
With head held high and floral tie,

A weekend millionaire.
I will make my bed
With her tonight, he cries.

Can he fail armed with his chocolate surprise?

Take a little trip back with father Tiresias,

Listen to the old one speak of all he has lived through.
I have crossed between the poles, for me there's no mystery.
Once a man, like the sea I raged,

Once a woman, like the earth I gave.
But there is in fact more earth than sea.


Take a little trip back with father Tiresias,
Listen to the old one speak of all he has lived through.
I have crossed between the poles, for me there's no mystery.

Once a man, like the sea I raged,
Once a woman, like the earth I gave.
But there is in fact more earth than sea.