We talk about each other on our wraparound couch
And live out all the romance in our little townhouse
I never fit the shower and she never sews her threads
And so we find our feelings in other people's beds
And if the grass seems greener or it turns out to be blue
The garden of Eden wasn't quite the place for you
Don't be surprised if I'm not under the spell
Of some other witch's wand in someone else's bell
Someone else's bell meeting on the motorway
Your lover boy blue
Steaming up the window almost
With your last breath of youth
Don't you think I see it?
Your handbag's full of notes
I'm feeling like the punchline
In someone's private joke
And if the grass seems greener or it turns out to be blue
The garden of Eden wasn't quite the place for you
Don't be surprised if I'm not under the spell
Of some other witch's wand ringing someone else's bell
Someone else's bell
Our eyes don't seem to contact
Never much to say
Except perhaps excuse me
Or pass me the ashtray
I see him waiting for you
As you go off to work
I'm left to draw conclusions
While I button up my shirt
And if the grass seems greener or it turns out to be blue
The garden of Eden wasn't quite the place for you
Don't be surprised if I'm not under the spell
Of some other witch's wand ringing someone else's bell
Someone else's bell
Someone else's bell
Someone else's bell