Amour Fou

She likes the cut of his lapel
Acquired style, an old motel
She's the reason he's satisfied on Sundays

A fancy drink, expensive cars
Moving like a little movie star
In a feature length skirt directed by versace

In technicolour dreams they'll see
Another's love is what they need
always waiting

He's checking in, she's checking out
All of the things that he's about
A slicked back swagger without a doubt he's got it

Strewn across an eastern throw
Mulberry silk the best in show
But there's no prizes for knowing what she's wanting

In technicolour dreams they'll see
Each other's love is what they need
always waiting

For heartache, evidently desperate it can't wait
Always so suggestible she'll be
The heart waits, twenty carat gold won't cover mistakes
Illusions of the harmony she seeks
Can't bring herself to speak

The heart breaks, evidently desperate it can't wait
Always so suggestible she'll be
She's gasping, hanging from a chandelier, can't ask him
to keep her company between the sheets
what a way to end the week