The Art of Kissing
you taught me how to love
and you taught me how to hide it
you taught me late at night
with the empty gates behind us
and now you're in the garden in the rain
your skin's so wet it's like
you'll never be dry again
you'll never be young again
and you taught me how to kiss
while your husband had his way
with a younger fitter lover
on a golf course in a bunker
and they say romance is dead
you taught me how to love
and you taught me how to like it
you taught me that the night
is the only place to find it
and now you've forgotten everything
except the things that cause you pain
and you'll never be young again
and the curtains of this house
are too thin to keep it out
it will get in in the end
and it will get you in the end
and you know romance is dead
and the little despair
will go a long long way
and the little despair
will go a long long way