Texty: Kirsty Maccoll. Still Life.

I walked down by the river where we used to go
And underneath the bridge where we first kissed
The old town that we knew is dead and gone, gone
The sickly sun shines grayly through the mist

And like the love we used to know
The poisoned river waters flow
And then they're gone
For some of us still life moves on

Our love is just a relic of the past
You'd never recognize the old town now
Somewhere behind the concrete and the glass
The monuments of England's sacred cow

Where are all the human beings?
Have they been sent to Milton Keynes?
They used to live round here but now they're gone
For some of us still life moves on