Half Past France

I suppose i'm glad i'm on this train
And it's long
Somewhere between dunkirk and paris
Most people here are still asleep
But i'm awake
Looking out from here
At half past france
Things are much diferent than norway
Not so cold
I wonder when we'll be in duindee
Old havec knows his way around
He's no fool
I wish i'd get to see my son again
But from here on it's got to be
A simple case of them or me
If they're alive then i'm dead
Pray god and eat your daily bread
Take your time
We're so far away
Floating in this bay
We're so far away
From home
Where we belong
I'm not afraid now of the dark
Anymore
Many mountains are all molehills
Back in berlin
They're all well-fed
But i don't care
Those people bored me anyway
But from here on it's got to be
A simple case
Of them or me
If they're alive then i'm dead
Pray god and eat your daily bread
Take your time
We're so far away floating in this bay