Shame - Pond

Well, I hope you’re in the olive grove, yeah

And I hope you’re not alone

Was I awoken by some presentiment, or was that a gun?

It was probably just a cracker

It was probably just a cracker, it’s the 14th of July

In Montreuil it matters that someone died

Split me open and burn me in two

Or roll me in the summer dew

I don’t want to hate Marseille just because of this one day

So hurry up and rain, complete my day

In shame, shame

Shame

Shame, shame

Oh, in shame, oh

Well, I’m sorry for everything we’ve done

I’m sorry for the glory of the queen, the glory of the gun

I’m sorry, I don’t know what else to say

So what do I do?

To whom do I pray?

To reserve my lot, to reserve my place

Well, I don’t even like to think too much about fate

Does that make me fatalist, or naturalist?

Is it ignorance?

Wait, wait

Split me open and burn me in two

Or roll me in the summer dew

I don’t want to hate Marseille just because of this one day

So hurry up and rain, complete my day

In shame, shame

Shame

Shame, shame

Oh, in shame, oh