armchair theatre lyrics – anne clark

this house is full of loneliness
of sad weary silence
i switch on the television
for some company

two actors
a man and a woman
give exaggerated little moans
as they simulate
a so called stimulating f*ck
for my entertainment

beneath the endless groans
it’s not real
it’s pretend
just like we pretended that last time
to make love

night is the most difficult part of all
i don’t need this
i don’t need this
i don’t need this
this vile, crude reminder
of how we play out our roles
without any script at all.

/ anne clark lyrics