Letra de Paris 1919 (Fragments)
She makes me so unsure of myself Standing there but never ever talking sense Just a visitor you see, so much wanting to be seen Come in through the door and vaguely carry us awayIt's the customary thing to say or do To a disappointed, proud man in his grief And on Fridays she'd be there but on Mondays not at all Casually appearing from the clock across the hallYou're a ghost, la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la You're a ghost, la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la I'm the church and I've come To claim you with my iron drum La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-laThe Continent's just fallen in disgrace William, William, William Rogers put it in its place Blood and tears from old Japan Caravans and lots of jam and maids of honour Singing crying, singing tediouslyYou're a ghost, la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la You're a ghost, la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la I'm the bishop and I've come To claim you with my iron drum La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-laEfficiency, efficiency they say Get to know the date and tell the time of day As the crowds begin complaining How the Beaujolais is raining Down on darkened meetings on the Champs-ÉlyséesYou're a ghost, la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la You're a ghost, la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la I'm the bishop and I've come To claim you with my iron drum La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-laYou're a ghost, la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la You're a ghost, la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la I'm the church and I've come To claim you with my iron drum La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la