paroles de chanson I Know It's Pathetic but That Was the Greatest Night of My Life - Mark Kozelek

It was backstage in Moscow, late one night
We shared a cigarette and a kiss goodbye
Her name was Cayenne, young and soft
Her hands trembled badly, her eyes trailed off
To bottles and objects around the room
My backup guitar and a tray of food

We didn't have very much to say
She said that she'd come from some other place
A town called Troitsk, maybe Trois
Was pretty distracted, packing my stuff
But I did make a point to ask her to stay
But she said she had friends that she had to go see

Later that summer, I picked up my mail
She sent me a letter with a touching detail
She used up her minutes calling hotels
To find me that night but to no avail
"I know it's pathetic," she continued to write
"But that was the greatest night of my life."