For Other Eyes - Elvis Costello, The Brodsky Quartet

I don’t know what I would do If this letter should fall into

Other hands than it should pass through

For other eyes

He said, «It was nothing… it's over and done»

But the rotten worm was burrowing still

Its spirit invades me bleeding me white

For other replies

I searched his pockets

I searched his eyes

I searched his wallet for clues and lies

And I found a number that I somehow dialed

A woman answered, a woman smiled

Then she hung up on the silence unperplexed

Innocently spun her rolodex

I dialed again I could not resist

Revealing just the dentist receptionist

One day we’ll laugh about it or maybe we’ll curse

But there is one thing that is making it worse

And it’s the lack of forgiveness that I can’t disguise

No matter how well he lies

Now we don’t know each other anymore

And when we touch our lips feel sore

I question the longing left in his sighs

For other eyes