Yann Tiersen - Le train lyrics

Accross the river thames on a sunday morning
The smell of the air a tiny noise

Dark blades of grass trees and big clouds
Factory smokes and plastic balloons

Moving around the meridian line
And hearing from here some silly jokes
Familys strolls children circles
Couples kissing and grand'ma's sitting

Today there's a frontier a big white line
Today season's changing what's comming next

Everything is in it's write place
Today someone is missing this a point blank

A little later on a sunday night
Sitting on a train under the sea

Lights are flashing speed and fat boys
Computer's screens smoking second classe

No troubles here a safety place
Drinking coffee in a plastic cup
Wrinting postcards nothing in mind
All is quiet under control

Tonight there's a frontier a big white line
Wright on the middle of the channel

Tonight I'm back in France
What's comming next
Tonight someone's missing
This is a point blank