Like A Motorway-Saint Etienne

[00:25.456]She wears sad jeans torn at the waistband [00:34.077]Her pretty face is stained with tears [00:42.749]And in her right hand she clasps a letter [00:51.526]I know this means that he has gone [01:01.270]... [01:17.727]He said her skin smelled just like petals [01:26.295]Said stupid things he knew she'd like [01:34.968]She said her life was like a motorway: [01:44.059]Dull, grey, and long 'til he came along [01:52.966]He's gone, he's gone [01:57.277]He's gone, he's gone [02:01.456]I said "How could he ever leave you? [02:10.077]You two were good, you were so right" [02:18.619]She said "I wish that he just left me [02:27.422]He'd be alive, alive tonight" [02:36.669]He's gone, he's gone [02:40.927]He's gone, he's gone [02:45.577]...