Charlotte Gainsbourg

The city lights are beckoning
Their sirens softly call
All the fantasists and fetishist
Are preparing the ball
When you’ve been stuck here on the doorstep
With nothing to forsake
But you might as well be anyone’s to take
So I give myself to strangers
Like I gave myself to you
But the tenderness I felt
Has been replaced by something new
And in the orgy I can vaguely hear
The outline of your call
But I might as well be anyone’s at all
Every memory is sailing
To the kingdom of your soul
As you patiently await
I lose all sense of self-control
You were the lighthouse to my broken boat
But I left you behind
Now I might as well be anyone’s to find