I had this dream we were in the resistance

Somewhere in France fighting traitors and facists

You were my mistress, yes, you were a woman

But I knew it was you by the shape of your mouth

And you called me Maurice and I had a thin mustache

And I played clarinet in a decadent band

Until we



Hid in the bushes

We shot from the bushes

Made love in the bushes

Like there was no tomorrow



In my real life, I'm a cocktail waitress

Dodging men's hands

Instead of bullets

And you're a bass player

in a band

That got a deal.

Dealing with assholes

Instead of explosives

Still we were grateful

to be alive

Together fighting

side by side

As we



Hide in the bushes

Shoot from the bushes

Love in the bushes

Like there is no tomorrow



We promised if one of us left or died

Wed meet again in another life

And we'll



Hide in bushes

Shoot from the bushes

Love in the bushes

Like there is no tomorrow