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."
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