Serious, it's very serious
This game we play
You hit me way down low
Put me on the ropes

Open War, it's bloody open war
Fighting to the end
The punches we have thrown
The pots and pans hurled

This is marriage, this wedding of convenience
A nine-month sentence, that never came to pass
A responsibility, never to be born
We've always known, we did not want each other
I the physical,
You the idyll
We the fools supposedly in love

Good God, oh my good God,
All plans laid
Have fallen in the mud
Dreams crumbling in hand

Good grace, holy good grace,
The trapping ploy you played
Well I wished for this day
Don't you know I wished it could end

This is divorce, we're sitting in this office
Tennis ball words, with a solicitor as net
His fees are not the only cost
Yes and we've always known
We did not want each other
I the physical,
You the idyll
We the fools supposedly in love

We were fools, we were fools
Supposedly in love

I tell you now that we never shared anything
Called love