Tori Amos - Josephine lyrics

"two, three, four"

Not tonight, Josephine
In an army’s strength therein
Lies the denouement
From here you’re haunting me
By the Seine, so beautiful
Only not to be of use impossible, impossible

So strange, victory
1200 spires, the only sound: Moscow burning
Empty like the Tuileries
Like a dream, Vienna seems
Only not to be of use impossible

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