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?"