The chalet’s high, above the screaming noise,

Where silence is weapon, not a simple choice.

I saw you fixing that leaky boat again

Scratching your head in the mountain rain.

You swore it was brand new last July,

But it still floats like a stone, don't ask me why.

(And I just clutch my rolling pin, to keep the world out.)

You brought back fish with a soaking grin

Said, "They're a bit wet, the water got in."

You should have sunk, I said, 'cause you're a fool,

But I lit the fire, no need to boast.

I turned your soggy catch into Sunday roast.

(And the old Swiss air started warming up the mood.)

We sat by the flame, the glass was red,

Talking of roads we took instead.

You talked of city noise, I talked of space,

You risked your life just to save face.

And for once, the rolling pin lay on the shelf.

You’re a leaky boat, and I'm the carpenter,

I’ll mend your cracks, but I won’t surrender.

It's a beautiful shipwreck, our kind of show,

You break it, I fix it, and we never let go.

(Just don't ask me why.)

You looked at the stars, the night was clear,

Said, "I'm thinking of building a whirlpool near."

My eyes went sharp, my voice was slow,

"Will it suck us under, where the deep things go?"

You laughed and said, "It's just a jacuzzi, dear."

I said, "I know, I was just teasing you, here."

And we laughed beneath the cold, cold stars,

Past the city lights and all our scars.

The leaky boat can wait 'til dawn,

The Sunday roast is done, and the rolling pin is gone.