The Bridge - Scott Walker

I’ve watched her from the river banks

I knew her when she danced with dreams

White doves were there to dress her hair

And so was Madelaine

At night the people’s faces danced

Like pearls colliding on the breast

Of fat Marie whose thunder laugh

Was just a thread from crying

Her sailors stained her cobblestones

With wine and piss and death desire

And sometimes blood for Madelaine

Whose laughter was the night

Her girls would lift their dresses high

And breathe the stars and kiss the sky

She’d smother them with whispers then

Embrace them with her sighs

Before the bottle dulled my eyes

And made me so I couldn’t stand

I’d overact and play the clown

When Madelaine would cry

And now I watch from riverbanks

I watch it weave it’s memories

White doves turned gray and flew away

And so did Madelaine