Semi-Semaphore

I get up and make the coffee
You get up and have a bath
I leave the house, go to work
And escape the aftermath
You get home and watch the telly
I get home and make the tea
You go to bed without even once
Looking towards me.


In bed, our backs are touching
We can’t bring ourselves to face
Things gone right or things gone wrong
Our lives seem out of place
No small talk in the morning
No more sweet-talk at night
No honeyed words of sympathy
Just vicious eyes of spite.


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We’ve lost the art of communication
We don’t talk any more
The best we get is semi-semaphore
Can’t even hold a conversation
It walks right out of the door
And we’re only left with semi-semaphore



Like cold refrigeration
Like preserving beef with salt
Our silence remains in storage
And we’re both trapped in its vault
Its true we want to break out
To the freedom speech can bring
But saving face and dignity
Becomes the most important thing.


(Chorus)


The temperatures been falling
Now there’s ice above the door
Our love and lives torn apart
But we’re not sure what for
Perhaps if we’d just talked it through
Instead of falling prey to pride
Then even if it hadn’t worked
We could at least have said we tried.


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