(Difford/Tilbrook)  



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