Bookends

She on the left, he on the right
 they sit in their living room
 stare at the fire, sparks up the flu
 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 mantlepiece
 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 between
 they say they can talk about anything
 unlike so many others they know
 three out of five end in divorce
 a matter of course, they read it was so
 they read it was so
 she closes the book, he puts out the fire
 she turns down the bed, coming dear
 they lie in the dark listening to
 whispering voices in the downstairs room
 hey
 she on the left, he on the right
 sparks up the flu, escape to the night
 she on the left, he on the right
 sparks up the flu, escape to the night