At eight o'clock we said goodbye, That's when I left her house for mine. She said that she'd be staying in – well she had to be at work by nine. So I get home and have a bath, And let an hour or two pass; Drifting in front of my TV, When a film comes on that she wants to see.
It's Monday Morning 5:19, And I'm still wondering where she's been, cause every time I try to call I just get her machine. And now it's almost six am, and I don't want to try again, cause if she's still not back then this must be the end.
At first I guess she's gone to get herself a pack of cigarettes, A pint of milk, food for the cat, But it's midnight now and she's still not back.
It's Monday Morning 5:19, and I'm still wondering where she's been, Cause every time I try to call I just get her machine. And now it's almost six am, and I don't want to try again, Cause if she's still not back then this must be the end.
At half past two I picture her In the back of someone else's car – he runs his fingers through her hair... Oh you shouldn't let him touch you there!