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 