I was fourteen

she was twelce

father travelled - hers as well - Europa...

down the beaches

hand in hand

twelfth of never on the sand

then war took her away

we swore a vow that day:

we'll be the Pirate Twins again, Europa

oh my country

I'll stand beside you in the rain, Europa

ta republique...

nine years after who'd I see

on the cover of a magazine? Europa...

buy her singles and see all her films

paste her pictures on my windowsill

but that's noy quite the same - it isn't, is it?

Europa my old friend...

blew in from the hoveport

she was back in London

I pushed past the papermen

calling her name

she smiled for the cameras

as a bodyguard grabbed me

then her eyes were gone for ever

as they drove her away.

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Dolby Thomas