Pacing through the flickering light
   A velvet patch upon his eye
   His pacing creaks the floorboards loose
   As he tailors his thoughts for the truth around truths
   But his butler keeps eyes through a hole in the door
   What the butler don't see ain't a lot that's for sure
   Francesca lays across the couch
   They fight with words from mouth to mouth
   And then with handfuls of her flesh
   See how the zipper broke off of her dress
   Strangling her neck with his hands in her gloves
   The port and the brandy mix cocktails of love
  
   The porchlight, the torchlight
   The frosted morning lawn
   The cloak of daylight has finally been drawn
   On the tale of what the butler saw
  
   He kept his world all to himself
   And locked it tight inside his belt
   But she preferred his belt undone
   She bathed in his fortune but never his fun
   He cracked on a mixture of opera and drink
   The butler still fetches and carries for him
  
   The butler dragged down to the lake
   Francesca's body in a cape
   No private eye was gonna trace this
   The old man was shaking, his marbles were missed
   The shadows and footprints and flickering lights
   The butler's up late with a cold in his eye
  
   The porchlight the torchlight the frosted morning lawn
   The cloak of daylight has finally been drawn
   On the tale of what the butler saw