Beware of the rampsack

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

Oh, but jean-claude, louise marie will never be.