(Gold-Lloyd-Echolette)
Down in the garage,
Drifting in her embrace
He’s on an island
Of serenity
Outside the gateway
They’re comin’ closer
Rain settles gently on their
Uniforms
Comme vingt mille lieues
Sous les mers
Comme vingt mille lieues sous les mers
Down in the garage
After the race
For only a moment
The earth
Stood still
While they are kissing
Exposed by the searchlights
Into the cameras
She fires
Her gun
Comme vingt mille…
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