Le Mridien Lyrics by Yann Tiersen

Le Mridien

Accross the river thamesOn a sunday morningThe smell of the airA tiny noiseDark blades of grassTrees and big cloudsFactory smokesAnd plastic balloonsMoving around the meridian lineAnd hearing from hereSome silly jokesFamilys strollsChildren circlesCouples kissingAnd grand'ma's sittingToday there's a frontierA big white lineToday season's changingWhat's comming nextEverything is in it's write placeToday someone is missingThis a point blankA little laterOn a sunday nightSitting on a trainUnder the seaLights are flashingSpeed and fat boysComputer's screensSmoking second classeNo troubles hereA safety placeDrinking coffeeIn a plastic cupWrinting postcardsNothing in mindAll is quietUnder controlTonight there's a frontierA big white lineWright on the middleOf the channelTonight I'm back in FranceWhat's comming nextTonight someone's missingThis is a point blank