Memory divine - Françoise Hardy

oh memory divine

I wander

when death to death Is done

I wander

I need to lick a late, late, late passion

at every station of the cross, the cross

never is nothing here

child, I wander

we need to sleep to die

I wander

your heart is in a race

never, never lose a will

we love dying men…

oh Lord let me know

the wonder

oh Lord let me know

it’s a cold, cold, cold christmas

at every station of the cross, the cross

you mean my night is wrong

I wander

how do you feel babe?

I wonder

I’m a full, full, full, reach of desire

is there nothing left Lord

nothing left but bones

but bones…

oh memory divine

I wander

oh memory divine…