Costello: Couldn't You Keep That To Yourself - Ute Lemper, Bryan Mills, Ivor Talbot

The tiny slip at midnight

A little sip at noon

You’re tired and torn, approaching dawn

My penitent buffoon

Wouldn’t you think I’d know by now?

I shouldn’t have entertained it

Couldn’t you keep that to yourself?

You cried for my forgiveness

You say it sets you free

You summon, dear, the shameful tears

That spill all over me

Wouldn’t you think I’d know by now?

I shouldn’t have entertained it

Couldn’t you keep that to yourself?

The penny rides at evening tide

The vain requests

The blush of the night

And the blooming bush

Where you failed every test

What should I believe of you?

What should I forget?

Am I innocent yet?

Is it the wife you would have beaten?

Is it the child you couldn’t bear?

I fear you have mistaken me

For somebody who cares

The sophisticated victim

That you skillfully request

You can hide behind your wishes

You can hide behind despair

And all the wretched syndromes

That carry away the blame

Couldn’t you keep you keep that to yourself?

And wouldn’t you, shouldn’t you, couldn’t you

Keep that to yourself?