Josephine — Tori Amos

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