Lyrics Memoir - Charlotte Gainsbourg
The
city
lights
are
beckoning
Their
sirens
softly
call
All
the
fantasists
and
fetishist
Are
preparing
for
their
ball
We've
been
stuck
here
on
the
doorstep
With
nothing
to
forsake
But
we
might
as
well
be
anyone's
to
take
So
I
give
myself
to
strangers
Like
I
gave
myself
to
you
The
tenderness
I
felt
has
been
replaced
By
something
new
And
in
the
end
I
can
vaguely
hear
An
outline
of
your
call
But
I
may
as
well
be
any
words
at
all
Every
memory
is
sailing
To
the
kingdom
of
your
soul
As
you
patiently
await
I
lose
my
sense
of
self-control
For
you
were
the
lighthouse
to
my
broken
boat
But
I
left
you
behind
Now
I
might
as
well
be
anyone's
to
find
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