Sunday matineeIn a one dog townYou’re two seats awayI move two seats downWipe the tears from your eyesThe first kiss I stoleI walk you homeThe credits rollFade to blackFade to blackFade to blackFade to blackI hear my voiceOn the telephoneBut I’m just runningThe same old businessI feel like I’m offSomewhere so aloneJust watching us bothRunning the distanceWatching us bothSlowly pull backFade to blackFade to blackFade to blackI come homeClothes all over the placeYou’re crying in the cornerMakeup running down your faceYour case is packedThe fight startsI (? ? ? ? ? ) cursin’Baby is this the sceneWhich we been rehearsin’Is this the oneOr have I lost trackWaitin’ for usTo fade to blackFade to blackFade to blackFade to blackA face wet with shameEyes filled with hurtI scream out your nameYou rip my shirtA small bungalowA late afternoonThe sunlight fallsLike a bright veilA camera pansAn empty roomThe picture dissolvesSlowly pulls backFade to blackFade to blackFade to black