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In an anonymous rendez-vous where the forbidden lovers repair
They're burning down another damn candle
they're melting the tables and chairs
Beneath them applause from the balcony
whenever they accomplished making love
Other times they thought they heard laughter E Fmaj7 (here there obviously is more....) coming from the balcony above
She lies to his right and she carelessly resites
All of her brand new appetites
She seems brittle and small it don't sound like her at all
Since she came back to him After the fall
She said You never visited the countryside So I've 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
She lies to his right.....
You've changed but not for the better, babe I'd tell you why but what's the use 'Cause it's 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 don't look like her at all Since she came back to him After the fall