(Verlaine)

Deep red is the carpet

Burgundy are the drapes

There's wine at every table

But there's no one there to have a taste



Let go the mansion, Rita, leave it alone,

Let go the mansion, it's not your home.



I have a dream, a dream so fine

And in this dream nothing was mine,

And I heard you say unto me

That in my dream, there's too much to see



Let go the mansion, Rita, leave it alone,

Let go the mansion, it's not your home.

Let go the mansion, Rita, leave it alone,

Let go the mansion, it's not your home.



We've both heard advice so many times

Wasn't meant for you and yours, or me and mine.



Let go the mansion, Rita, leave it alone,

Let go the mansion, it's not your home.

Let go the mansion, Rita, leave it alone,

Let go the mansion, it's not your home.



Wine at every table

Wine at every table

Wine at every table

Wine at every table