(DiffordTilbrook)



She's screaming into his collar

Beating him on the chest

He's showing her no emotion

Their love's put to the test

He thinks that he makes her happy

By simply being there

As the silences get longer

The more she pulls her hair

Love can be damaged by silence

Tied to a ball and chain

Love can be driven to violence

From what once seemed so tame

Wearing his dinner this evening

Jolly comes home again



The mule's sitting by the fire

The house at his control

He hops around the channels

His eyes on film patrol

She's driven from her senses

Her mundane life erupts

She leaps out of the sofa

And jumps upon her lump



The room was all dark and quiet

In bed there side by side

There in the small of her back

An olive branch tonight

He wants to say that he's sorry

She wants to make him beg

For all the pain that she's suffered

In her heart and in her head