Josephine - Tori Amos

Not tonight, Josephine

In an army’s strength

Therein lies the denouement

From here you’re haunting me

By the Seine

Oh, so beautiful

Only not to be of use

Impossible

Possible, oh yes

So strange, victory

Twelve hundred spires

The only sound Moscow burning

Empty like the Tuileries

Like a dream

Viennia seems

Only not to be of use

Impossible

I see balloons, oh yes

In the last extremity

To advance or not to advance

I hear you laughing

Even still you’re calling me

Not tonight

Not tonight

Not tonight, Josephine