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MK II - Lyrics

There's a Mark II
Parked on the cobbles
Of a Chelsea mews and
Out of the shadows
Steps a figure
Silver mohair bright
Into the moonshine
Out into 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
'Cause even breathing can be heard
Right through the silver screen

They've made inquiries
They'll make it easy
But she won't answer
'Cause 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