Tori Amos — Josephine lyrics

Lyrics

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
Vienna 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