Josephine

Not tonight Josephine, in an army’s strength therein lies the denouement.
But from here you’re haunting me. By the Seine oh, so beautiful.
Only not to be of use. Impossible-possible... yes.

So strange, victory, twelve hundred spires, the only sound Moscow burning.
Empty like the Tuileries. Like a dream, mmm... Vienna seems.
Only not to be of use. Impossible-possible... 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...