Still Life - Kirsty MacColl

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 recognise 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