The shouts – I hear her down the stairwell Alone and trapped just like before Leaving a note upon the table He took his eyes off the door The Silver Jews are on the radio They're out of love again I've got my headphones near So no one has to hear but me The last light to leave the corridor As if it had never shone that way before The lovers are about to start again She swept his feet off the floor The Silver Jews are on the radio They're out of love again I've got my headphones near So no one has to hear but me