Lady Low

Driving, lost on the motorway, lady

In the Mercedes is smiling

What can she see through her dirty window?

Low light, spires of the churches enchant me

Girls on the bicycle pass me

Making their way through their lives so quietly

And oh now it's late in the evening, I'm drowning

Visions of you all around me

Probably best if I don't stay home again tonight

Lady, you're trying to get to me slowly

Chipping away like the sculptor

And I am a block of your cold, cold marble

Tell me, when will the spell take effect then?

What can I learn to expect, oh

I'm happy to be in the time so slowly

Lady, look at the way that you left me

Forgetting to kill me completely

Stumbling round with my shoelaces untied

Driving, lost on the motorway, Lady

Sitting beside me, still smiling

Come to the surface and float so quietly

But lady, it's probably best if you leave me

Dragging us both into the deep sea

What would I see through your eyes if I could get inside?