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