Lyrics Memory Divine - Françoise Hardy

Memory Divine

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…