Inside

Out on the square the world won’t stop
The homeless lady plays Egyptian pop
Down in the market they sell books and spices
At cheap prices
And now there’s a breeze
At Guerrisol we found a pretty blouse
You tried it on back at the house
It suits your colour, it’s fine for size
Brings out your eyes
And now we’re inside
The blinds are lowered, the sheets are red
Our bodes caramel across the bed
Out on the square the world won’t stop
It’s on the hop
But we’re inside
I think there might be a thunderstorm coming
The stalls are closing, the tourists running
Some guy is shouting, alsatians barking
Trash trucks parking
But we’re inside
The shades are lowered, the sheets are red
And how we sweat as we push the bed
Out on the square the sweet din won’t stop
Sirens, cops
But we’re inside
This is the place that I love the best
My surge of pleasure, my palace of rest
Your sex is salty on the tip of my tongue
And now the rain comes with a gentle thrum
But we’re inside
So be my lover and be my wife
For all that’s left of my perfect life
Don’t want to be anywhere else
Til my last breath
But inside