Then we found our sea legs
which were where they'd
always been and we walked the waters
of the world as if we were in a dream.

But we sank like stones to fall on
bones in graveyards
with no headstones.

The Sirens play the minds of men,
pawn or King alike to them.

Chez Moune!
underneath the ceiling
feeling it would fall
dancing to electro-rock
yeah
we had a ball
and the Parisienne
dressed so fine
a
long time ago.