Alphaville

(Gold/Lloyd/Echolette)
Lonely boy gazing on the afternoon
People drifting cross the surface of the twilight day
There's a Little Yellow Man, standing by the railway station
Painting portraits on the brickwalls of Billie Holloway
Lovely Lady S.M.I.L.E.
Dance, my dear, I'm only operating on Lassie Come Home
This was authentic you she spoke, this was authentic
you who blew me cold
He had no chance to realize, it hit her straight between the eyes
So I've been told
In the park, she's giving out some photographs
on which she's giving out some photos of what she hands around
They videoed a ghost tonight, she said before I turned it out
It rode an orange paper-bike, and left without a sound.
Keep on riding, Sir