Blue Angel

The sky was Bible black in Lyon
When I met the Magdalene
She was paralysed in a street light
She refused to give her name
And a ring of violet bruises
They were pinned upon her arm.
Two hundred francs for sanctuary and she led me by the hand
To a room of dancing shadows where all the heartache disappears
And from glowing tongues of candles I heard her whisper in my ear
«J'entend ton coeur»
I can hear your
I can hear your
I can hear you heart
hear your heart
I hear your heart