(DiffordTilbrook)



Today is none of our concern

That rewarding cigarette

That burns slowly by the bed

Fills the room with mystery

The apple ripens on the tree

That protected seal of love

Broken by the flame of fun

Lying back with Exodus

In the arms of lovers trust



That romantic dance of light

From the curtain broken night

Shadows fall on mystery

Love has ripened here for me

Stubbing out the cigarette

I see the clothes beside the bed

As the half light of the day

Pulls the sheet up once again



As the phone hangs by the cord

As the streets begin to fill

There's no distance anymore

There's no wanting when you will

Will be sleeping through the day

As the world around us turns

As the phone hangs by the cord

Today is none of our concern