Well it's so easy to be witty in retrospect

When you're out of door you pause a moment to reflect

On all the crushing one-liners that you should have said

But you always were reduced to angry words instead



Fighting talk on the stairs

Is enough to show who never cared

Fighting talk, who will be spared

The abuse that's always hurled as you curse and swear



But it's so cruel how the moment can let you down

And how eloquence deserts

When you find yourself on sensitive ground

You slam the door and turn the catch

You turned your home into a prison

Conversation into a slanging match



Fighting talk on the stairs

Is enough to show who never cared

Fighting talk, who will be spared

The abuse that's always hurled as you curse and swear



But oh my love I'm sick and tired

Of all the cruelty love's acquired

We never more need come to harm

If you lay your head here on my faithless arm