The Cabriolet

We leave the party at two or three
 You hitch a lift in my Cabriolet
 And though it's misty I'm just too tired or too lazy to close the soft top
 And I don't stop you when you curl your body, cold in your little black mini
 And hold it against me
 All night I've been flirting with everyone except you
 How you explain my failure to find you as attractive as everyone else seems to I just don't know
 But there's wind in our hair and drink in our systems
 Breaking the ordinary inhibitions
 And on the cassette some Louisiana Creole music
 And you decide you want a cigarette
 And though it only takes a second to demonstrate the gadget in the dash
 I miss the black and white chevrons of the steep bend warning
 And there's the sound of something smashing
 Then nothing beneath the tyres of the Cabriolet ...
 In the sudden shock of silence, with the morning star above you
 Lying bizarre in the wreck of my car ...
 Maybe I'm drunk and hallucinating
 Maybe this isn't happening
 Maybe you aren't lying there with tears in your little party dress
 At the waist and the breast
 Because in real life I was never this aroused by you
 I was never this impressed
 Your face unstained, unharmed but drained pale
 Is suddenly more strange and beautiful than anything I've ever seen or ever will
 Bathed in the light of the morning star I see someone I never took the trouble to know
 Someone I only now begin to feel I could love or make love to
 I'm moved and aroused to see you in this strange new way
 Bathed in the starlight filtering through the myriad fragments
 Of the freshly shattered windscreen of the Cabriolet
 In the sudden shock of silence, with the morning star above you
 Lying bizarre in the wreck of my car ...
 ... I love you
 In the sudden shock of silence, with the morning star above you
 Lying bizarre in the wreck of my car ...