Kenneth's call is silent
So was the truth
Blinded by the art
Playwriting the fool
The lies beneath
The sincerity of marriage
His card she stares
Awaken for tomorrow
The morning arrives
She waits for Kenneth's departure
He says "Goodbye"
She dails with quiet laughter
The preacher answers
They talk throughout the morning
He says "Call me Darious,
Calling me reverend is a bit annoying"
They laugh for a few
Then back to lustful moods
Saying goodbye
They both hate to do
Can we meet tomorrow at the Royal Cafe'
She says "Meet me at twelve"
"I won't be late"
