Tori Amos lyrics

Josephine

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
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