What Happens Next?

The Cafe Anglais is oddly vacant
You sit at the bar and order a drink
You take out your pen and write down a name
On a currency note you leave as the tip

The door from the street is softly opened
Someone approaches and calls out your name
They pull out a gun and point at your head
You don't move a muscle, you’re sure that you're dead

You knew they'd find you
And now they have
You know we all need to know
What happens next

You knew they'd find you
And now they have
You know we all need to know
What happens nеxt