On our bed the curtain's falling Against the din Of a descending hush And though the night Bent to kiss my bare shoulders I could not keep out the dark Without any warning Is there no good news I can tell you? Is there nothing that'll shake you From your blackest moods And your spells of mercury? Is there nothing you can tell me? Is there nothing that will shake me when my temper starts to unfurl? Who was the first to fall? Without any warning Even though you may be Out of the picture, baby You can still call on me From time to time Even though I may be Out of your picture, darling You can rely on me From time to time