(difford/tilbrook)

Shes screaming into his collar
Beating him on the chest
Hes showing her no emotion
Their loves put to the test
He thinks that he makes her happy
By simply being there
As the silences get longer
The more she pulls her hair
Love can be damaged by silence
Tied to a ball and chain
Love can be driven to violence
From what once seemed so tame
Wearing his dinner this evening
Jolly comes home again

The mules sitting by the fire
The house at his control
He hops around the channels
His eyes on film patrol
Shes driven from her senses
Her mundane life erupts
She leaps out of the sofa
And jumps upon her lump

The room was all dark and quiet
In bed there side by side
There in the small of her back
An olive branch tonight
He wants to say that hes sorry
She wants to make him beg
For all the pain that shes suffered
In her heart and in her head