She’s sipping a cappuccino

Like a cat sipping out of a bowl

He’s black espresso

To start his heart when it gets cold





He’s thinking ‘cognac’

But afraid his hands might shake

She’s checking her make-up

Her smile’s giving nothing away




You better kill me before I kill you

You look good in black

Pay the bill and keep on walking

Get a hole in their back




Two faded tourists

Their visas have long expired

Two forgotten journalists

Whose headlines have retired




What’s that in his pocket?

They aint Chinese banknotes

What’s that in her handbag?

That’s no bar of gold.




Two suntanned lovers

Love didn’t die, it just went dry

Fading into the sunlight

Those bones of love passing by