I bought a toothbrush, some toothpaste, a flannel for my face Pyjamas, a hairbrush, new shoes and a case I said to my reflection "Let's get out of this place." Past the church and the steeple, the laundry on the hill Billboards and the buildings, memories of it still keep calling, and calling But forget it all, I know I will Tempted by the fruit of another Tempted but the truth is discovered What's been goin' on, now that you have gone There's no other Tempted by the fruit of another Tempted but the truth is discovered I'm at the carpark, the airport, the baggage carousel The people, wishing I was well I said "It's no occasion It's no story I can tell" At my bedside empty pocket, a foot without a sock Your body gets much closer I fumble for the clock, alarmed by the seduction I wish that it would stop I bought a novel, some perfume, a fortune over you But it's not my conscience that hates to be untrue I asked then my reflection, "Tell me what is there to do?"