Against The Odds - Ian Lilburne

(THE LAST DAY OF AUGUST)

A princess died
In a very modern way
In a tunnel by the Seine
In a Mercedes Benz
She was trying to get away
As we tried to pin her down
She was trying to get away
Against the odds

And I saw her face
Maybe a million times
I couldn’t miss her if I tried
Even if I wanted to
Sure, in a way it was a farce
A paparazzi feast
But she wasn’t that bad
Against the odds

And the last day of August
May never quite be the same

MIDDLE EIGHT

What was the mood in that car?
Was she laughing at the thrill
Of giving us all the slip?
Or was she seething
With rage to get away?
Just to be left alone?

And I saw her heart
As she turned the other way
It was raw and it was hurt
And I knew she
Wouldn’t say anything
Yeah I liked her style
The way she tried
To keep things close
At least she seemed to try
Against the odds

And the last day of August
May never quite be the same
No the last day of August
May never quite be the same

Don’t you think?