Posted by Guess on May 18, 2002 at 14:31:46:
The sky was bible black in Lyon,
When i found the Magdalene.
She was paralysed in a street light,
She refused to give her name.
She wore a ring of violet bruises,
They were pinned upon her arm.
Two hundred francs for sanctuary and she led me by the hand,
To a room of dancing shadows, where all the heartache disappears.....
And from the glowing tongues of candles, i heard her whisper in my ear.....
J'entend ton coeur..........
I can hear your, i can hear your.....i can hear your heart.