He'd been nothing much for years
in his psycho saccarine cape
wore a uniform each day
cut in shades of blue and beige
and every simple move turned to cliches on a page
he saved £20 each week put away for his old age
and he wondered
who she was
and rolled some more tobacco
and stopped to pause
and he wondered
how he wondered

I can't believe it is happening to me
it's such a scream
this is real it's not a dream
I can't believe this is happening to me now.

The night was just a night
like any other night she'd seen
the place was just a place
where he got off the M15
they met but not by chance
down by the lake beside the green
she'd caught the late bus from the late shift
at a club called Jimmy Dean
and she wondered
if the cars
shone their headlights brightly
would she see the starts
and she wondered

I can't believe it is happening to me
it's such a scream
this is real it's not a dream
I can't believe this is happening to me now.

she was blinded by this thought
and her mind raged like a drill
at his mouth against her mouth
so Eva took a migraine pill
and she tried to get some rest
but her eyes spun from the chill
of his arms about her arms
and his will against her will.