Letra de Armchair Theatre
This house is full of loneliness Of sad weary silence I switch on the television For some companyTwo actors A man and a woman Give exaggerated little moans As they simulate A so called stimulating fuck For my entertainmentBeneath the endless groans It's not real It's pretend Just like we pretended that last time To make loveNight is the most difficult part of all I don't need this I don't need this I don't need this This vile, crude reminder Of how we play out our roles Without any script at all.