MEMORY DIVINE
Paroles et musique: Jean-Louis Murat

Oh memory divine

I wander

When death to death Is done

I wander

I need to lick a late, late, late passion

At every station of

The cross, the cross

Never is nothing here

Child, I wander

We need to sleep to die

I wander

Your heart is in a race

Never, never lose a will

We love dying men...

Oh Lord let me know

The wonder

Oh Lord let me know

It's a cold, cold, cold Christmas

At every station of

The cross, the cross

You mean my night is wrong

I wander

How do you feel babe?

I wonder

I'm a full, full, full, reach of desire

Is there nothing left Lord

Nothing left but bones

But bones...

Oh memory divine

I wander

Oh memory divine...