The curtains are twitching, this house is getting bored
The newborn is itching to have a go at the cord
The curtains are twitching by grubby little paws
The darkened stitching for a good gawk

The curtains are twitching, we can't help but look
Feed our bitching at who gave and who took
The curtains are twitching on these windows of the soul
Some call it blinking, eyes open, eyes closed

All these gestures, like flowers
Feed ties and affections, like ours
My love, like ours

The curtains are twitching, an involuntary tick
A nosey affliction, afraid of what you might miss
The curtains are twitching at mrs. carey's limp
A minor operation, or was she beaten by her pimp?

The curtains are twitching at all who pout and preen
The director is screaming for less drama and more queen
The curtains are twitching, please, don't pick me last
Give me a star on my forehead, make me top of the class

All these gestures, like flowers
Feed ties and affections, like ours
My love, like ours

All these gestures, like flowers
Feed ties and affections, like ours
My love, like ours
My love, like ours