Foolish, intent, has finally conquered me.
Paying, the price, for indiscreet company.
Dreading, the rush, that comes with something so obscene exposed.
And so, I tiptoe round your gaze.
As you get the wiser I slip gently to my knees.
We've managed to turn our life to soap op parody.
The loveless triumvirate of you and her and me.
It's pulled all our worlds apart with shocking heartfelt ease.
Tell me, I'm wrong, that love has left our lives.
Nothing, can change, this awful compromise.
Living, like rats, inside a sinking ship that no-one dares,
to say, we've brought upon ourselves.
And everyone hates it now you're gone.
If only I could put right the wrong.
Everyone hates it now you're gone.
I'm hoping a Quantum Leap will come.