Private Lives - Penelope Nichols

At the end of our private lives

we're having a smoke

sipping coffee, talking through the night

trying out old jokes

pretending we're just friends

at the end of our private life

You've got a brand new place in town
stuff is still in piles
I'm sure you'll collect new furniture
after living there awhile
then maybe you'll smile
about the end of our private life

I can hear your mind ticking away
behind that funny mouth
I feel your spirit fly shimmering
behind those laughing eyes
a little boy cries

Love me, love me, ooh, love me
at the end of our private life

With morning comes the cold reality
of a world we've changed too fast
we're living the first fatality
of a love we thought would last
we're learning to act
at the end of our private life

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