I had this dream we were in the resistance

Somewhere in France fighting traitors and fascists

You were my mistress, yes you were a woman

But I knew it was you by the shape of your mouth



And you called me maurice

And I had a small moustache

And played Clarinet in a decadent band....



Until we

Hid in the buhses 

We shot from the bushes

Made love in the bushes

Like there was no tomorrow



But in my real life I'm a cocktail waitress

Dodging men's hands instead of bullets

And you're a base player in a band that got a deal

Dealing with assholes instead of explosives

Still we're grateful to be alive

Together fighting side by side 



As We

Hide in the bushes

Shoot from the bushes

Love in the bushes

Like there is no tomorrow



We promised if one of us left or died

We'd meet again in another life



And we'll

Hide in the bushes

We'll shoot from the bushes

Make love in the bushes 

Like there's no tomorrow



Hide in bushes

Shoot from the bushes

Love in the bushes

Like there is no tomorrow