We turned and stared out. On the fields where we once layed. Looked back on them for one last time. Before the storm would break. You cannot stand in the line of fire.
Ask any stranger out on the boulevard. Who is alone? They'll say it's me. In any country, this road leads everywhere. A road that leads down to the sea.
One shot wonder kid. Waiting for the man that did. Shoot at her without any reason. . Please me, don't tease me. Disco's out of season. The mad girl cries from the other side.
You made your mind up. That you would always play and win. So you kept on knocking. Now they've let you in. . You brought a ticket. Then you flew to the south of France.