Lyrics

The Cafe Anglais is oddly vacant You sit at the bar and order a drink You take out your pen and write down a name On a currency note you leave as the tip The door from the street is softly opened Someone approaches and calls out your name They pull out a gun and point at your head You don't move a muscle, you're sure that you're dead You knew they'd find you And now they have You know we all need to know What happens next You knew they'd find you And now they have You know we all need to know What happens nеxt