Muse in clasping arms for a city that is lonely Who's gonna take a walk around the corner Here I slept and my wishes at home didn't work so well Crave highly for languish, more and more tired
"No sorrow's forever with me, Though sometimes I still go over the edge"
Leaves may have withered The floor of the dance For an illhearted As December went away And I had written to you, but not like a poet The crippled to fall for your rose
There's a holy wine I used to have a broken chalice A coffin in the middle of the room Dark blue walls There were pieces on the floor A theatre I could say
Until the trees of Cherbourg seduced me Into a different kind of romanticism