She on the left he on the right
They sit in there living room
Stare at the fire, sparks up the flu
Escape to the night, bedtime soon
And sure there's plenty to talk about
But there ain't much to say
God's on the mantlepiece
And what's he got to do
With all of this anyway
And the silence here is written
It's the holiest you've ever seen
These two just bookends
To the spaces in between
They say they can talk about anything
Unlike so many others they know
Three out of five end in divorce
A matter of course, they read it was so
They read it was so
She closes the book he puts out the fire
She turns down the bed, coming dear
They lie in the dark, listening to
Whispering ghosts in the downstairs room
CHORUS
(she on the left, he on the right,
Sparks up the flu, escape to the night)
Eddie From Ohio - Bookends Lyrics
Eddie From Ohio - Bookends Lyrics
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She on the left he on the right
They sit in there living room
Stare at the fire, sparks up the flu
Escape to the night, bedtime soon
And sure there's plenty to talk about
But there ain't much to say
God's on the mantlepiece
And what's he got to do
With all of this anyway
And the silence here is written
It's the holiest you've ever seen
These two just bookends
To the spaces in between
They say they can talk about anything
Unlike so many others they know
Three out of five end in divorce
A matter of course, they read it was so
They read it was so
She closes the book he puts out the fire
She turns down the bed, coming dear
They lie in the dark, listening to
Whispering ghosts in the downstairs room
CHORUS
(she on the left, he on the right,
Sparks up the flu, escape to the night)
They sit in there living room
Stare at the fire, sparks up the flu
Escape to the night, bedtime soon
And sure there's plenty to talk about
But there ain't much to say
God's on the mantlepiece
And what's he got to do
With all of this anyway
And the silence here is written
It's the holiest you've ever seen
These two just bookends
To the spaces in between
They say they can talk about anything
Unlike so many others they know
Three out of five end in divorce
A matter of course, they read it was so
They read it was so
She closes the book he puts out the fire
She turns down the bed, coming dear
They lie in the dark, listening to
Whispering ghosts in the downstairs room
CHORUS
(she on the left, he on the right,
Sparks up the flu, escape to the night)
Writer: PAUL SIMON
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC