It was the bridge she flung herself off I used to see her standing on one side As if too frightened to walk across And sometimes stand still and drive some invisible car Toes on the edge of the pavement To steer her clear of the car That hit her on the way down Rubbing asphalt in her wounds A love that won't die only tortures Nothing else no comfort no future Brakes a fair-few up If there is a god someone wake him up And tell him to sort it out Tell him to sort it out Command of cars you drive He sits and stares at the road White lines blur into black Until he sees nothing else He tried to cope with her loss By forgetting who he was But he'd never forget her face I saw him make the first move To follow her all the way down the wire for the last time He dreamt he'd taken a dive And caught her on the way down And now he can sleep at night He still has a lock of her hair He gave her a lock of his own He clenches it tight in his hand Command of cars you drive