Josephine – Tori Amos

But from here you’re haunting me. By the Seine oh, so beautiful.
Only not to be of use. Impossible-possible… yes.

So strange, victory, twelve hundred spires, the only sound Moscow burning.
Empty like the Tuileries. Like a dream, mmm… Vienna seems.
Only not to be of use. Impossible-possible… yes.

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…


Lyric Josephine – Tori Amos