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