Josephine
Tori Amos
Not tonight, Josephine
In an army's strength therein lies the denouement
From here you're haunting me
By the seine, so beautiful
Only not to be of use
Impossible
So strange, victory
1, 200 spires
The only sound, moscow burning
Empty like the tuileries
Like a dream, vienna seems
Only not to be of use
Impossible
In the last extremity
To advance or not to advance
I hear you laughing
Even still you're calling me
Not tonight, not tonight
Not tonight
Josephine