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 - 1,200 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