Bookends

She on the left, he on the right

they sit in their living room

stare at the fire, sparks up the flu

escape to the night, bedtime soon

and sure there's plenty to talk about

but there ain't much to say

god's on the mantlepiece

and what's he got to do with all of this anyway

and the silence here is written

it's the holiest you've ever seen

these two just bookends

to the spaces in between

they say they can talk about anything

unlike so many others they know

three out of five end in divorce

a matter of course, they read it was so

they read it was so

she closes the book, he puts out the fire

she turns down the bed, coming dear

they lie in the dark listening to

whispering voices in the downstairs room

hey

she on the left, he on the right

sparks up the flu, escape to the night

she on the left, he on the right

sparks up the flu, escape to the night