I went to morrison's grave at pere lachaise cemetery

The stony flowers and the matching graffiti were guiding me to the steps inside of me



And what will you do if i got down on my knees to you

What will you do if i lied to your face

Could you still hold your dreams

Could you live in your silent face



So what would you do, would you walk right through me

Would you stand in the way like the others before

Get in the way

Would you drink to me next beaujolais day



Tell me the truth, save a prayer for me

I would love to leave you but you would cry all night long

Eternal romantic, victory failed on beaujolais day



I heard a wheelchair whisper across a stale silent gymnasium

Trailing an ivy league jacket like a matador

Through the jitterbug steps of the night before



Through the chalk white chill and the tear fandango

Heading away to the inner wrangle

Do we cry for a cell

Do we need for a sell



What would you do, would you cry for me

Could you set off (?) could we go gently

Blame it away

Do you really want to head for the open door



Got to crack a bottle while you dream for me

Just an absent friend and a misery

Laying awake do we stay right there

'till beaujolais day



On beaujolais day



So what will you do, would you lie to me?

Would you sit right back in a victory

Would you play for me

Could you die for me



So what would you do, would you walk right through me

Heading away saying it's just another victory

This is beaujolais day