The A1 North Of Paris It's time to bring the curtain down, Time to say our final words, I can feel it in my bones I can feel it in my water
Traffic jams and French landscape flash by Lost in a blur of deja vu Still, I can't keep my fingers off the self destruction buttons
And suddenly .. it's happening! I'm sliding into the void I built with you My lifetime ahead is slipping away
My fingers are clawing but nothing seems any use
What we set in gear has meshed at last Question marks hover over our past like barrage balloons that wait over some defended... terrified city
But through it all, I Love You still, Yet only find spiteful, hurtful things to say, We take the vow, we make the dive and head for the exit without even knowing the way