Swims

On the seventh floor behind the third door on the right
Behind those pencil pleat curtains
He pulled her aside
And she knew right away that he had something to say
She could see it in his eyes
She knew he'd found out that she knew that he had lied

He said he loved his midnight swims
But he must've had something to hide
'Cause when he left for the pool
He returned dressed with his skin still dry
I wonder why

So she followed him all the way down
al casino a través de su hotel
By the door his second mistress waved
And what followed, it was
Oh, so predictable

She caught him red-handed
Told him, "You don't go for swims"
He brought her blooming flowers
She pulled them from the stems

He wept when she left
She returned home
And pulled the pencil pleat curtains off the wall

Below an empty curtain line, his first mistress cried
She tried to call her sister but the telephone, it died
Beyond the walls, the colors changed from blue to slate-gray skies
Power lines were lost in the storm and the electric currents died

No flame in the oven, no light in the air
She ate alone and went to sleep
while he resumed his old affair
No flame in the oven and not a light in the air
She ate her dinner by candle
and she melted all her silverware