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