A summer evening on the Champs Elysées 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 s student at the université Louise Marie was just a world away He recalled the night they met was warm with laughter the words were music as she turned away
I’ll meet you at midnight Under the moonlight I’ll meet you at Midnight
Each cigarette will light a thousand faces Each hour that passed seemded 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
But Jean-Claude, Louise Marie will never be.
A summer morning on the Champs Elysées the empty tables of the street cafés The sunlight melting through an open doorway Jean-Claude is left to face another day
I’ll meet you at midnight Under the moonlight I’ll meet you at Midnight