On a sunday morning
The bus is stopping
At the espresso bar
She's stepping out
Into the light and disappears

Christine you're in a dream
Oh Christine

'I like to buy a postcard
Of the falls
And send it home
When he calls
I will keep it as a bookmark
For I keep forgetting all the words'

Christine you're in a dream
Oh Christine

On a sunday night
The bus is leaving
At the espresso bar
She sits behind the window
And waves 'goodbye'

Christine you're in a dream
Oh Christine





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