Bookends – Eddie From Ohio – letras

She on the left, he on the rightthey sit in their living roomstare at the fire, sparks up the fluescape to the night, bedtime soonand sure there’s plenty to talk aboutbut there ain’t much to saygod’s on the mantlepieceand what’s he got to do with all of this anywayand the silence here is writtenit’s the holiest you’ve ever seenthese two just bookendsto the spaces in betweenthey say they can talk about anythingunlike so many others they knowthree out of five end in divorcea matter of course, they read it was sothey read it was soshe closes the book, he puts out the fireshe turns down the bed, coming dearthey lie in the dark listening towhispering voices in the downstairs roomheyshe on the left, he on the rightsparks up the flu, escape to the nightshe on the left, he on the rightsparks up the flu, escape to the night