Walking proud just out of lockdown
Thinking out loud how I prayed
Throw open your doors
Come walk and talk like before
Call all your friends (call on me, call on me)
Talking now about a breakout
Wake up and shake off your chains
Nobody's home, the Boulevard du Gabon
Is where we play
Come on girls: call on all the men
Call on my brothers and call up all your friends
Summer days are for lovers; we lay down
Autumn believes that the gold on the trees
Will never turn brown
Winter begins when the sorrow ends; we stay down
That only leaves when the birds and the bees say
Spring is all around
It's a brand new story
It's a brand new story
It's a brand new story
It's a brand new story
