The end

 

Certainly I realise a spell has gone off

And we have put away the wings

Among the stage costumes and make-up

Certainly you must know how to

Skilfully fall down on your feet

With charm and superb style

You must have worked this out as well

 

The sweet evasion and the coming back

The house door, the light and the turning on of the gas

The usual photos on the fridge and the thought

Of being somewhere else

 

I’m going away from you

And, joking aside, it’s my last romantic sacrifice

I’m going away from you

From the small and enchanting fragments of sweetness

I realise I’m going away from you

 

Certainly I realise a spell has gone off

And with nonchalance we’ve dealt

With the short and inevitable end

 

The sweet evasion and the coming back

The house door, the light and the turning on of the gas

The usual photos on the fridge and the thought

Of being somewhere else

 

I’m going away from you

And, joking aside, it’s my last romantic sacrifice

I’m going away from you

From the small and enchanting fragments of sweetness

I realise I’m going away from you

And, joking aside, it’s my last romantic resignation

… I’m going away from you…