(Difford/Tilbrook)  

WARNING: These lyrics are unconfirmed and may be inaccurate. They represent the best attempt at deciphering the song we have yet to see.  

  



Pacing through the flickering light  

A velvet patch upon his eye  

His pacing creaks the floorboards loose  

As he tailors his thoughts for the truth around truths  

But his butler keeps eyes through a hole in the door  

What the butler don't see ain't a lot that's for sure  

Francesca lays across the couch  

They fight with words from mouth to mouth  

And then with handfuls of her flesh  

See how the zipper broke off of her dress  

Strangling her neck with his hands in her gloves  

The port and the brandy mix cocktails of love  



The porchlight, the torchlight  

The frosted morning lawn  

The cloak of daylight has finally been drawn  

On the tale of what the butler saw  



He kept his world all to himself  

And locked it tight inside his belt  

But she preferred his belt undone  

She bathed in his fortune but never his fun  

He cracked on a mixture of opera and drink  

The butler still fetches and carries for him  



The butler dragged down to the lake  

Francesca's body in a cape  

No private eye was gonna trace this  

The old man was shaking, his marbles were missed  

The shadows and footprints and flickering lights  

The butler's up late with a cold in his eye  



The porchlight the torchlight the frosted morning lawn  

The cloak of daylight has finally been drawn  

On the tale of what the butler saw