| This is the dinner prepared. This is the dress that I made. This is the child I brought up. And this is the woman you laid. This is the woman you laid. This is the perfume I wore. This is the hotel I stayed. This is the way that I laid. This is the woman you laid. We promised ourselves this is no one-night stand. Let us draw all the curtains and strike up a band. And I'm thrilled by the gentlest touch of your hand we pretend. There's a tear, there's a tear. Not through confusion through fear. Through fear. This is the smile that I wore. This is the song that we played. This is the way that I lay. And this is the woman you laid. this is the woman you laid. Next morning out eyes filled with sleepy regret. A kiss and goodbye and a long cigarette. But the pillow I lay on is cold and it's wet. Can't pretend. It's a tear, it's a tear. Not through confusion through fear. Through fear. And knowing at least that love came so near. Just adds to the weight of this bell-bottomed tear. Roll out the red carpets and unplug the phone. Root out the photos you've already shown. Cos this is one night you won't sleep alone. Just one night. There's a tear, there's a tear. Not through confusion through fear. Through fear. And knowing at least that love came so near. Just adds to the weight of this bell-bottomed tear. There's a tear, there's a tear. Not through confusion through fear. Through fear. Not through confusion through fear. Through fear |
