Not tonight Josephine

In an army's strength

Therein lies the denouemnet
From here you've haunting me
By the seine so beautiful

Only not ot be of use
Impossible


So strange
Victory - 1,200 spires
Th only sound

Moscow turning
Empth like the Tuileries
Like a dream

Vienna seems
Only not to be of use
Impossible


In the last extrmity
To advance or not to advance

I hear you laughing

Even still you're calling me

"Not tonight, not tonight, not tonight"
Josephine