This is tonight and it rains like in a French black and white
movie of the Fifties, I feel like a character in it who's just
lost it all, who is alone with his raincoat and a face showing a yet unknown
way out of it. Steamy hot summer night street makes me laugh.
I enjoy waiting for a taxi and I hope its not gonna be here,
until I have had enough of this pleasant situation.
Movie is on, there comes a lady through the night
She stops in front of me asks me for a light
To win some time, to introduce myself, I pretend not to know
in which pocket I got my matches.
Movie is on, there comes a lady through the night
She stops in front of me and asks me for a light
She is walking on but not too far she disappears behind a door
Some cats down there inside a club, the Sixties play guitar
Movie is on, there came a lady through the night
She stopped in front of me and asked for a light
I enjoy the rain and my wet hair. Feel slightly stupid, but got
to follow her
The club is empty I am standing near the door
She is the only dancer on the biggest floor
