Les Neuf Soeurs - Mode Moderne

Those thoughts did come to me

Like passing through a dream

Birds travel gracefully, gifts from a foreign sea

Pleasures from other lands

Pictures from distant sands

It never came to be, she never came to me

Behold!

the moderne man

With his untutored mind

While clothe him in the front, leaves barren his behind

I dont want to live that way

I dont want to live that life

I cannot live that way, id rather die

Love speaks to me in so many ways

While life travels through me in waves