Lost in the back of an old town cinema

They're talking a lot in a tongue that I've never heard

I try to imitate, a man with better taste

Then it all fades to black, I hope it's not a waste

She said oh give me that, a rusty old Juliet

Then she slipped off her shoes, and did me a pirouette

Take it or leave it, no sense or reason

She's fallen for the trap, and thinks I'm better than that

Lost in foreign films

Lost in foreign films

Dressed in a baggy brown trenchcoat, nuevo mystery

Oh, I don't need to the plot, to show superiority

What may be foreign to you, aint foreign to me, just caught in the crossfire of silver screen memories

They're never quite what they seem

Lost in foreign films

Lost in foreign films

Lost in foreign films

Lost in foreign films