Book of Longing

There’s truth that lives And truth that dies I don’t know which So never mind

But I admired the Communists for their pig-headed devotion to something absolutely wrong.

Is it you who is waiting, Sahara, or is it me?

Why do You rule against me Why do You silence me now When will the Truth be on my lips And the Light be on my brow?

I see my life In full review It was never me It was always you

I’m angry with the angel Who pinched me on the thigh And made me fall in love With every woman passing by

I make my plans Like I always do But when I look back I was there for you

O France, where I was taken so seriously, I had to reconsider my position.

you would look at me and it never occurred to me that you might be choosing the man of your life