Not tonight Josephine



In an army''s strength

Therein lies the denouemnet

From here you''ve haunting me

By the seine so beautiful

Only not ot be of use

Impossible



So strange

Victory - 1,200 spires

Th only sound

Moscow turning

Empth like the Tuileries

Like a dream

Vienna seems

Only not to be of use

Impossible



In the last extrmity

To advance or not to advance

I hear you laughing



Even still you''re calling me

~Not tonight, not tonight, not tonight~

Josephine