On the bay of angels
I just saved us heartbreak
Sir, love and forgiveness
Le monsieur parle
We were on our way to the border
We put up a tent under a cliff
To escape the border patrol
"I stumbled across the Marseille postcard
Were you telling lies or you dissemble"

I took my horse, Monsignor
"Après mon coeur!"
Trinkets were for angels
As I implored desolate one save me
Those who believe in fool's glory
Say genius is the sister of poverty
Je ne sais pas commences
Cette chanson d'amour
After all, I love the country over riches

I could not speak its vernacular language
It just followed me
Like an orbicular with clerical precision
Taking an invigorating tour around us
The horse shared the wind
Free men: British, Hessian
Pen to the paper is too much stress
For those who do not understand
I must address problems
Write to no promise
Of riches or compromise
Je te comprends pas
Comment la joie est toujours venue après le chagrin