Rue de l'Enfer

Remembering a day
The broken boats of Noirmoutier
The Atlantic salt collectors
Set about their sectioned squares

A low straight road away
Against the turning tide
We raced and thought we had time to spare

And we got caught at the end of Rue de l'Enfer

Forgetting everything
But how the ash felt as it left my hand
And the words left to the wind, they keep echoing

Memories unpaved and sorrows yet to fade
We thought that maybe we could leave them there

But we got caught at the end of Rue de l'Enfer
Of Rue de l'Enfer



Credits
Writer(s): Ben Joseph Connolly, Neil Foot, Kelvin Barr, Paul William Wilkinson
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