MK II

There’s a MKII parked on the cobbles

Of a Chelsea Mews, and out of the shadows

Steps a figure, silver mohair bright

Into the moonshine out in to the night

And in the darkness, one stray moonbeam

Creeps through the curtains on the unmade bed

She stares at the ceiling, just an empty feeling

He starts the Jaguar and drives away

And no one breathes a word

Cos even breathing can be heard

Right through the silver screen

They’ve made enquiries, they’ll make it easy

But she won't answer cos she’s not really there

He throws his gloves out the open window

He lights a cigarette and drives away

He starts the Jaguar and drives away…