8 days ago he was down at my window
screaming my name in the air
and by the sight I could tell he’d been drinking
and when drunk you don’t usually care
that my situation had altered quite sharply
now my kisses don’t come for free
so throw down my hair for my lover to bear
while my husband he wakes from his sleep and says
love will bring you nothing but despair
love will fill you with nothing but regret
out the next day on a fine sunny Sunday
walking the dog in the park
he questioned my history and oh-what-a-mystery
who was that man in the dark?
a jilted ex-lover but bad was my cover
I am not one to outsmart
but then he was silent I swallowed my lie
now be still my beating heart cos
love will bring you nothing but despair
love will fill you with nothing but regret
but he was God to me
he was God to me
Back in my bed I was troubled with dreams
while my husband slept soundly alone
I wake at the breaking of glass and an aching that’s
ringing through all of my bones
I moved through the dark now I know this by heart
In a trance I was that’s what I’ll say
Draw blood from my feet every step is so sweet
As I reached for his neck where he lay
In the seconds that pass my dear breathing his last
In pity I sink to the floor
Now cut off my hair and with hours to spare
I burn the house down
love will bring you nothing but despair
love will fill you with nothing but regret
but he was God to me
he was God to me
