The smiles she walked in her room

Have all turned into frowns am I too quick to assume

That love is no longer in bloom?

The tantrum and the tears play a very diffrent tune

To what they did before

Her heads red raw

And the happy doesn't sound like they're happiest around

When you sobbed before it felt much more

like a product of a squabble now there's reason for it to be more

And no would be oh it's uncertain whether the curtain has

Shut for good she

Says "See if it's still raining i'm not dressed for it

And if you love me"

Well I interrupt to receive the scowl and stare

But still decided to stop her there



What it be outrageous to say:

We're eitheir shouting or we're shagging?

locked in tempestuous phase

At least it how we felt yesterday

The eyes are getting heavier and whether you're asleep or awake

It's a mystery

Would a kiss be too much to ask

When you fits me as Sunday's frozen pitch fits the thermos flask

It's a pity

It's just hit me we can't go back to the chest touching on the ground