not tonight Josephine

in an army's strength

therein lies the denouement

from here you're haunting me

by the seine so beautiful

only not to be of use

impossible



so strange, victory

1200 spires the only sound

Moscow burning

empty like the tuileries

like a dream

Viennia seems

only not to be of use

impossible



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