She turns the pages of her man*script
Recites her catalogue of fear
Sits on a cushion in her kaftan and her j**ellery
I sit and criticise never going near
Her husband is some kind of financier
But he's never home to listen to her tales of desolation
She's all alone
But for the two of us
On every other Thursday night
She writes me fiction
She sees the future, she sees the children dying
She has a savage vision
Of one woman left alive to save us all from ruin
And I'm choked by all theses silks and leathers marble lions ostrich feathers
This is how the wealthy live in tax free havens out of reach
And her maids and gardeners flank us politely
Nodding at the story of some hideous disease unleashed
In the aftermath of war society has crumbled
Humanity has been revealed for the animals we really are
Clawing at each others' faces for survival
Just like the two of us
On every other Thursday night
Tell me tell me
How will it be?
I believe she sees the future I believe she sees
Ca**andra on the gates of Troy destined to be disbelieved
Our greed will destroy us all