Anita Lipnicka & John Porter
"Bones of Love"

She's sipping a cappuccino
Like a cat sipping out of a bowl
He's black espresso
To start his heart when it gets cold

He's thinking "cognac"
But afraid his hands might shake
She's checking her make-up
Her smile's giving nothing away

You better kill me before I kill you
You look good in black
Pay the bill and keep on walking
Get a hole in your back

Two faded tourists
Their visas have long expired
Two forgotten journalists
Whose headlines have retired

What's that in his pocket?
They ain't Chinese banknotes
What's that in her handbag?
That's no bar of gold

You better kill me before I kill you
You look good in black
Pay the bill and keep on walking
Get a hole in your back

Two suntanned lovers
Love didn't die, it just went dry
Fading into the sunlight
Those bones of love passing by

You better kill me before I kill you
You look good in black
Pay the bill and keep on walking
Get a hole in your back