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 their back       Two faded tourists    Their visas have long expired    Two forgotten journalists    Whose headlines have retired       What’s that in his pocket?    They aint Chinese banknotes    What’s that in her handbag?    That’s no bar of gold.       Two suntanned lovers    Love didn’t die, it just went dry    Fading into the sunlight    Those bones of love passing by