Paris 1919 - Fragments

She makes me so unsure of myself
Standing there but never ever talking sense
Just a visitor you see, so much wanting to be seen
Come in through the door and vaguely carry us away

It's the customary thing to say or do
To a disappointed, proud man in his grief
And on Fridays she'd be there but on Mondays not at all
Casually appearing from the clock across the hall

You're a ghost, la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
You're a ghost, la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
I'm the church and I've come
To claim you with my iron drum
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la

The Continent's just fallen in disgrace
William, William, William Rogers put it in its place
Blood and tears from old Japan
Caravans and lots of jam and maids of honour
Singing crying, singing tediously

You're a ghost, la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
You're a ghost, la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
I'm the bishop and I've come
To claim you with my iron drum
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la

Efficiency, efficiency they say
Get to know the date and tell the time of day
As the crowds begin complaining
How the Beaujolais is raining
Down on darkened meetings on the Champs-Élysées

You're a ghost, la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
You're a ghost, la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
I'm the bishop and I've come
To claim you with my iron drum
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la

You're a ghost, la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
You're a ghost, la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
I'm the church and I've come
To claim you with my iron drum
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la



Credits
Writer(s): John Davies Cale
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