Swims

On the seventh floor behind the third door on the right Behind those pencil pleat curtains He pulled her aside And she knew right away that he had something to say She could see it in his eyes She knew he'd found out that she knew that he had lied He said he loved his midnight swims but he must've had something to hide 'Cause when he left for the pool He returned dressed with his skin still dry I wonder why So she followed him all the way down al casino a través de su hotel By the door his second mistress waved and what what followed, it was Oh, so predictable She caught him red-handed Told him, "You don't go for swims" He brought her blooming flowers She pulled them from the stems He wept when she left She returned home And pulled the pencil pleat curtains off the wall Below an empty curtain line, his first mistress cried She tried to call her sister but the telephone, it died Beyond the walls, the colors changed From blue to slate-gray skies Power lines were lost in the storm and the electric currents died No flame in the oven, no light in the air She ate alone and went to sleep while he resumed his old affair No flame in the oven and not a light in the air She ate her dinner by candle and she melted all her silverware