She on the left, he on the right

Sit in their living room

Stare at the fire, sparks up the flue

Escape to the night, bedtime soon

And sure there's plenty to talk about

But there ain't much to say

God's on the mantelpiece

And what's He got to do with all of this anyway

And the silence here is written

It's the holiest you've ever seen

These two just bookends

To the spaces

In bеtween

They say they can talk about anything

Unlike so many othеrs they know

Three out of five end in divorce

That’s a matter of course, they read it was so

She closes her book, he puts out the fire

She turns down the bed, coming dear

They lie in the dark, listening to

Whispering ghosts in the downstairs room

And sure there's plenty to talk about

But there ain't much to say

God's on the mantelpiece

And what's He got to do with all of this anyway

But the silence here is written

It's the holiest you've ever seen

These two just bookends

To the spaces

In between