The smiles as she walked in the room<br />
Have all turned into frowns<br />
Am I too quick to assume<br />
That the love is no longer in bloom?<br />
The tantrums and the tears<br />
Play a very different tune<br />
<br />
To what they did before, her heads red raw<br />
And the ending doesn't sound like<br />
They're happiest around<br />
When you sobbed before it felt much more<br />
Like the product of a squabble<br />
Now there's reason for it to be something more<br />
<br />
And no would be, oh, it's uncertain<br />
Whether the curtain has shut for good<br />
She says, "See if it's still raining<br />
I'm not dressed for it and if you loved me"<br />
And I interrupt to receive the scowl and stare<br />
But still decided to stop her there<br />
<br />
Would it be outrageous to say<br />
We're either shouting or we're shagging?<br />
Locked in tempestuous phase<br />
At least that's how we felt yesterday<br />
The eyes are getting heavier<br />
And whether you're asleep or awake is a mystery<br />
<br />
Would a kiss be too much to ask?<br />
When you fit me as Sunday's frozen pitch<br />
Fits the thermos flask<br />
It's a pity, it just hit me, we can't go back<br />
To the chest touching on the back