Paris 1919 (Live)

She makes me so unsure of myself
Standing there but never talking sense
Just a visitor you see
So much wanting to be seen
She'd open up 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
And on Wednesday not at all
Just casually appearing from the clock across the hall

You're a ghost la la la
You're a ghost
I'm in the church and [bad word] To claim you with my iron [bad word] 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 honor
singing crying singing tediously

You're a ghost la la la
You're a ghost
I'm the bishop and [bad word] To claim you with my iron [bad word] la la la la la la

Efficiency efficiency they say
Get to know the date and tell the time of day
As the crowds [bad word] How the Beaujolais is raining
Down on darkened meetings on the Champs Elysées