The Final Mrs. Curtain

Elvis Costello、The Imposters - The Final Mrs. Curtain

Written by：Elvis Costello

He was a plain piece of paper

An ordinary smith

The kind that you never trifle with

Drawn in wide-eyeliner

A solitary lass

Her beauty veiled by tortoiseshell

And tinted glass

She was a husband collector of impeccable taste

She said My hands are tied

But my glass is chaste

He said If I were him I'd fill

That to the brim so tell me more

'Cos that's the kind of talk

That I adore

To lay with you

To lie with you

To live with you

Maybe die with you

As first love fades

Then two then three

I'm certain to be

The Final Mrs. Curtain

There's not enough paper

There's not enough ink

There are not enough hours or day

Or poisons to drink

But there are too many

Teardrops still left to cry

And different kinds of kisses to help them dry

To lay with you

To lie with you

To live with you

Maybe die with you

As first love fades

Then two then three

I'm certain to see

The Final Mrs. Curtain

To lay with you

To lie with you

To live with you

Maybe die with you

I'm the one who'll hold you

'Til we're through

The Final Mrs. Curtain