Thomas Dolby Europa and the Pirate Twins

I was fourteen
She was twelve
Father traveled � her's as well � Europa...
Down the beaches
Hand in hand
Twelfth of never on the sand
We swore a vow that day:

We'll be the Pirate Twins again, Europa
Oh my country, Europa
I'll stand beside you in the rain, Europa
Ta r�publique...

Nine years after, who'd I see
On the cover of a magazine? Europa...
Buy her singles and see all her films
Paste her pictures on my windowsill
But that's not quite the same � It isn't, is it?
Europa my old friend...

We'll be the Pirate Twins again, Europa
Oh my country, Europa
I'll stand beside you in the rain, Europa
Ta r�publique...

Blew in from the hoverport
She was back in London
Pushed past the papermen
Calling her nam
She smiled for the cameras
As the bodyguard grabbed me
Then her eyes were gone forever
As she drove her away...

We'll be the Pirate Twins again, Europa
Oh my country, Europa
I'll stand beside you in the rain, Europa
Ta r�publique...