What The Butler Saw

WARNING: These lyrics are unconfirmed and may be inaccurate. They represent the best attempt at deciphering the song we have yet to see.
 Pacing through the flickering light
 A velvet patch upon his eye
 His pacing creaks the floorboards loose
 As he tailors his thoughts for the truth around truths
 But his butler keeps eyes through a hole in the door
 What the butler don't see ain't a lot that's for sure
 Francesca lays across the couch
 They fight with words from mouth to mouth
 And then with handfuls of her flesh
 See how the zipper broke off of her dress
 Strangling her neck with his hands in her gloves
 The port and the brandy mix cocktails of love
 The porchlight, the torchlight
 The frosted morning lawn
 The cloak of daylight has finally been drawn
 On the tale of what the butler saw
 He kept his world all to himself
 And locked it tight inside his belt
 But she preferred his belt undone
 She bathed in his fortune but never his fun
 He cracked on a mixture of opera and drink
 The butler still fetches and carries for him
 The butler dragged down to the lake
 Francesca's body in a cape
 No private eye was gonna trace this
 The old man was shaking, his marbles were missed
 The shadows and footprints and flickering lights
 The butler's up late with a cold in his eye
 The porchlight the torchlight the frosted morning lawn
 The cloak of daylight has finally been drawn
 On the tale of what the butler saw