A summer evening on Les Champs-Élysées,
A secret rendezvous they planned for days.
A sea of faces in a crowded café,
A sound of laughter as the music plays.
Jean-Claude was a student at the University,
Louise-Marie is just a world away.
He recalled the night they met was warm with laughter,
The words were music as she turned away.
I'll meet you at midnight
Under the moonlight.
I'll meet you at midnight,
But Jean-Claude, Louise-Marie will never be...
Each cigarette would light a thousand faces,
Each hour that passed seemed like a thousand years,
Midnight was turning into empty spaces,
The sound of laughter had disappeared.
I'll meet you at midnight
Under the moonlight.
I'll meet you at midnight,
Oh, but Jean-Claude, Louise-Marie will never be...
A summer morning on Les Champs-Élysées,
The empty table in the street café,
The sunlight melting through an open doorway,
Jean-Claude has left to face another day.
I'll meet you at midnight
Under the moonlight,
I'll meet you at midnight.
I'll meet you at midnight
Under the moonlight,
I'll meet you at midnight,
Oh, but Jean-Claude, Louise-Marie will never be...