You chase the girls and then they flee
as soon as love touches the ground -
The sound, the decibels -
as soon as the music seizes them
they flee.
You ask the girls out so they'll want to know you.
You chase them in order to be seen by them,
but they're dreaming of outer space,
and they flee, they flee, they flee,
they flee, they flee, they flee.
When they tire of your gestures,
so subtle under the flow of verse,
they hide all their secrets.
As soon as you follow a bit too close,
they flee.
You ask the girls out so they'll want to know you.
You chase them in order to be seen by them,
but they're dreaming of outer space,
and they flee, they flee, they flee,
they flee, they flee, they flee.
Therefore,
you stare at the sky,
the balloons, the aeroplanes,
while they take flight,
alone under the parasols.
(chorus x 2)