Inside - Momus

Out on the square the world won’t stop

The homeless lady plays Egyptian pop

Down in the market they sell books and spices

At cheap prices

And now there’s a breeze

At Guerrisol we found a pretty blouse

You tried it on back at the house

It suits your colour, it’s fine for size

Brings out your eyes

And now we’re inside

The blinds are lowered, the sheets are red

Our bodes caramel across the bed

Out on the square the world won’t stop

It’s on the hop

But we’re inside

I think there might be a thunderstorm coming

The stalls are closing, the tourists running

Some guy is shouting, alsatians barking

Trash trucks parking

But we’re inside

The shades are lowered, the sheets are red

And how we sweat as we push the bed

Out on the square the sweet din won’t stop

Sirens, cops

But we’re inside

This is the place that I love the best

My surge of pleasure, my palace of rest

Your sex is salty on the tip of my tongue

And now the rain comes with a gentle thrum

But we’re inside

So be my lover and be my wife

For all that’s left of my perfect life

Don’t want to be anywhere else

Til my last breath

But inside