A summer evening on the Champs-Élysées
A secret rendezvous they planned for days
A sea of faces in a crowded café
The sound of laughter as the music plays
Jean-Claude was a student at the Université,
Louise Marie was just a world away.
He recalled the night they met was warm with laughter,
her words were music as she turned away.
I'll meet you at midnight,
another moonlight.
I'll meet you at midnight,
but your Uncle Lord Louise Marie will never be.
Each cigarette will light a thousand faces,
each hour that passed seemed like a thousand years.
Midnight was turning into empty spaces,
the sound of laughter disappeared.
I'll meet you at midnight,
under the moonlight.
I'll meet you at midnight,
or the Jean-Claude Louise Marie will never be.
never be.
morning on the Champs-Élysées,
the empty table in front of street cafes.
The sunlight melting through an open doorway,
and Jean-Claude has left to face another day.
I'll meet you at midnight,
under the moonlight.
Jean-Claude Louise Marie will never be