(Difford/Tilbrook)  

  

Today is none of our concern  

That rewarding cigarette  

That burns slowly by the bed  

Fills the room with mystery  

The apple ripens on the tree  

That protected seal of love  

Broken by the flame of fun  

Lying back with Exodus  

In the arms of lovers trust  



That romantic dance of light  

From the curtain broken night  

Shadows fall on mystery  

Love has ripened here for me  

Stubbing out the cigarette  

I see the clothes beside the bed  

As the half light of the day  

Pulls the sheet up once again  



As the phone hangs by the cord  

As the streets begin to fill  

There's no distance anymore  

There's no wanting when you will  

Will be sleeping through the day  

As the world around us turns  

As the phone hangs by the cord  

Today is none of our concern