Standing in the window Watching all the streetlights burn You're cutting hearts from paper Waiting for your love's return She's dancing in the backstreets
: I've got a telegraph In my hand Words on paper Written in sand We've got telegraph (we've got telegraph) Right across this land (all across this
Telegraphe Je prends la onzieme ligne, Je valide mon ticket magnetique Je ne suis plus capable de rester en surface (ticket) J?etablis le contact visuel