He Heard Everything Songtext
von Lucy Roleff

When I get home by dark
And he′s there with a solemn hand in her lock
I walk to the kitchen
Make myself a snack
And I know that something is amiss
And the silence tells me that it is
Why I call myself a widow of sorts


He falls asleep in the chair
I smoke by a window on the landing
Tell him I'm going out to see a film
Or a friend for a drink at the inn
I go over all the details again
About the blonde who′s here though
And still dithering there
Told him I'm sorry again but he won't hear it
And he heard everything
Television, creaks, and the clink of gin

Days since pass in the cloak of a dream
Washing dishes and staring at folks in the street
I′ll take myself into the town
A lowly lizard looking for somewhere to sun myself
Warm my blood
Shed the skin
Of all that′s done