Woorden: Zatopeks. Some Town In Northern France.

3am and eighteen years old, some town in Northern France

Fifteen pounds across the sea and back

We were not looking for no answers, just fun

Like a mirage in the night we saw them there

Punk rock girls about our age hanging for no reason in the moonlit village square

We looked ahead and carried on our way

But where'd those strangers get to and where are they today?

Retraced our steps but they're gone forever

Life just seems to be that way

One hour later a mate and I went back to find those girls again

Left our friends sleeping underneath the stars

Cops stopped and searched us 'What you doing in our town at 4am?'

We finally hit the sad and empty square

Just the beercans remained, the girls had vanished

Into their smalltown Gallic world, we woke our mates

And tried to find the nearest train

But where'd those strangers get to and where are they today?

Retraced our steps well they're gone forever

Life just seems to be that way, it's OK

Life just seems to be that way