momus
hotel marquis de sade
There were three of us always Walking abreast  Towards a siesta In two single beds  The thrill of the bullring Was our thrill as well There was blood on the bell-pull In the hot hotel Mediterranean  The middle of the world Two middle-class English boys And a middle-class English girl But in the Hotel Marquis de Sade In the middle of a single bed The beast with three backs The beast with three backs The beast with three backs  And after siesta The table is set With a leg and a breast and a drumstick And we eat and forget  Then Colin loves Alice And Alice loves me And I love the stains on the ceiling And pump like the sea Mediterranean  The middle of the world Two middle-class English boys And a middle-class English girl But in the Hotel Marquis de Sade In the middle of a single bed The beast with three backs The beast with three backs The beast with three backs  "Who is the third who walks always beside you? When I count, there are only you and I together But when I look ahead up the white road There is always another one walking beside you Gliding wrapt in a brown mantle, hooded I don't know whether a man or a woman But who is that on the other side of you?"