Paris 1919 - Outtake [Strings]

She makes me so unsure of myself
Standing there, but never ever talking sense
Just a visitor you see
So much wanting to be seen
Coming to the doors and vaguely carry us away

It's the customary thing to say or do
To a disappointed, proud man in his grief
And on Fridays, she'd be there
But on Mondays not at all
Casually appearing from the clock across the hall

You're a ghost, la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la-la
You're a ghost la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
I'm the church and I've come
To claim you with my iron drum
La-la, la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la

The Continent's just fallen in disgrace
William, William, William Rogers put it in its place
Blood and tears from old Japan
Caravans and lots of jam, and maids of honor
Singing, crying, singing tediously

You're a ghost, la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la-la
You're a ghost, la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la-la
I'm the church and I've come
To claim you with my iron drum
La-la, oh, la-la-la-la-la-la-la

"Efficiency, efficiency," they say
Get to know the date and tell the time of day
As the crowds begin complaining
How the Beaujolais is raining
Down on darkened meetings on the Champs-Élysées

You're a ghost, la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la-la
You're a ghost, la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la-la
And I'm the church and I've come
To claim you with my iron drum
La-la, oh, la-la-la-la-la

You're a ghost, la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la-la
You're a ghost, la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la-la
I'm the bishop and I've come
To claim you with my iron drum
La-la, oh, la-la-la-la-la-la-la

Thank you very much



Credits
Writer(s): John Davies Cale
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