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