In an anonymous rendezvous

Where the forbidden lovers repair

Theyre burning down another damn candle

Theyre melting the tables and chairs



Beneath them applause from the balcony

whenever they accomplished making love

Other times they thought they heard laughter

Coming from the balcony above



Chorus:

She lies to his right and she carelessly recites

All of her brand new appetites

She seems brittle and small, it dont sound like her at all

Since she came back to him after the fall



She said You never visit the countryside

So Ive made you a country to order

She put up a little tent in the bedroom

Crickets played on a tape-recorder

The ceiling was festooned with phosphorous stars

She noticed his skin turning cold

Burning all his clothes on the bonfire

Relax she whispered and tightened the blindfold



Chorus



Youve changed but not for the better babe

Id tell you why but whats the use

Cos its the same kind of pity

A drunkard gives as his excuse

You were sharp and ideal as a bobby pin

Now your eyes are deserted and quiet

We both look like those poor shattered mannequins

Thrown through the window in the riot



She lies in his arms and without any qualms

Revels in shallow delights

She seems brittle and small, it dont sound like her at all

Since she came back to him after the fall