(DiffordTilbrook)



Sitting there at home, he arrived home late

With no more blood cells to inebriate

He lunged at her there, she fell from the couch

He grabbed her body as he pulled her down

She was screaming no, kicking out at him

But he weighed a ton, she could never win

He fell down on her like a sack of snakes

Tears fell from her face as she cried and cried

When there's hope, when there's fear

What is there to say that he might hear

You turn him down with no mistake

Now you're leaving, the great escape



She ran from the room out of their back door

Leaving him to sleep on the front room floor

And she walked that night to the town hall square

She knew it was through and she didn't care

She stood up to him, he looked down on her

He shot the message and the messenger

When he woke he was sick with all the shame

Tears fell from his face as she cried and cried



She arrived back home, he was on his knees

Begging with his heart please come back to me