Poster

Sitting with hands in hand
On a cold metro bench
You're there waiting for the 7:30
Closed inside your coat
A guy carefully reads the instructions
On the coffee machine
And a child diving into a cream puff

And the clock against the wall
Marks one ten for two years now
The name of this station
Is half erased by humidity
A poster that someone has already scribbled on
Says 'Come to Tunisia'
There's a sea of velvet and a palm tree
And you dream of escaping...

To go far far away
To go far far away
To go far far away
To go far far away

And from a turned-on radio
The notes of a jazz orchestra arrive
An old man with thick glasses, a finger
Looks for the answer to a quiz
Two women are talking
With arms full of Upim bags
And a newspaper is open
On the movie page

And on the tracks how much life has passed
And how much will pass
And two tightly held boys
Making promises for eternity
A man loudly complains
About the government and the police
And you meanwhile keep dreaming
Always dreaming of escaping

To go far far away
To go far far away
To go far far away
To go far far away

You're there waiting for the 7:30
Closed inside your coat
Sitting on a cold metro bench