Meet me in France and we’ll drink in the light
Picasso had captured in a stroke of white
We’ll drink in the evening, we’ll drink in the night
To drown all the words of our final fight
And tomorrow the lovers will flock to the sea
Murmuring sweet words of ecstasy
The edge of their blankets will touch in a shroud
Shading the buried dream of you and me
Meet me in France and we’ll dig a shallow grave
For this ill-fated love that we could not save
Meet me in Nice and we’ll pull aside the rocks
To bury our shame by the azure wave
And tomorrow the lovers will flock to the sea
Murmuring sweet words of ecstasy
The edge of their blankets will touch in a shroud
Shading the buried dream of you and me
Why the Hell do you come all this way?
To mouth the words that you can not say
With lips that should brush my ear in a kiss
And echo my songs of trembling bliss
Why the Hell would you come this far?
To freeze in the light of my shooting star
Our hearts have blinded us both, I guess
But I saw more and you saw less
Meet me in France and we’ll dig a shallow grave
For this premature love that we could not save
Meet me in Nice and we’ll pull aside the rocks
To bury our shame by the azure wave
Meet me in France where the shimmering air
Will be sucked from our lungs by your constant fear
I realize now we should have dug the grave deeper
I can still hear the moan I can still hear the whimper
And tomorrow the lovers will flock to the sea
Murmuring sweet words of ecstasy
The edge of their blankets will touch in a shroud
Shading the buried dream of you and me
credits
from On Market Street,
released January 27, 2012
Penelope Houston: vocals
Steven Strauss: bass
Julian Smedley: violin
Benito Cortez: violin
Katrina Wreede: viola
Marcie Brown: cello