Madelaine, hear the wind rise and fill the sails
Like the words of a prophet who told where the future lies
Your spirit's so free
Journey to a windless sun
Dream a while when the evening lingers
Calm confusion and cool the fire that burns right on through the night
A Parisienne affair, neon signs on a lonely highway
What she desires eclipses what she sees
The curtain's rising onto a different scene
She tells a story from a stage torn in between
A poem and a song, the right way and the wrong
In the early morning sun
She's seen dancing in a fountain
Washing the night out of her hair
Where does she go from there?
So many times I've wondered if she is really there at all
On a boulevard in the morning
She stands in the breeze
Oceans of faces pass her by but don't see
Tantalizing, telling lies is just her style
She sees the paintings in the hall and doesn't care at all
Walking at night in the bright lights of the city
Wearing a gown she'd bought that afternoon
Haunting the places where she should not go
Moving fast, 'stead of moving slow
Yet always taking her time
The curtain's falling to end another play
The people watching, leave their seats and turn away
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Madelaine, hear the wind rise and fill the sails
Like the words of a prophet who told where the future lies
Your spirit's so free
Journey to a windless sun
Dream a while when the evening lingers
Calm confusion and cool the fire that burns right on through the night
A Parisienne affair, neon signs on a lonely highway
What she desires eclipses what she sees
The curtain's rising onto a different scene
She tells a story from a stage torn in between
A poem and a song, the right way and the wrong
In the early morning sun
She's seen dancing in a fountain
Washing the night out of her hair
Where does she go from there?
So many times I've wondered if she is really there at all
On a boulevard in the morning
She stands in the breeze
Oceans of faces pass her by but don't see
Tantalizing, telling lies is just her style
She sees the paintings in the hall and doesn't care at all
Walking at night in the bright lights of the city
Wearing a gown she'd bought that afternoon
Haunting the places where she should not go
Moving fast, 'stead of moving slow
Yet always taking her time
The curtain's falling to end another play
The people watching, leave their seats and turn away
Like the words of a prophet who told where the future lies
Your spirit's so free
Journey to a windless sun
Dream a while when the evening lingers
Calm confusion and cool the fire that burns right on through the night
A Parisienne affair, neon signs on a lonely highway
What she desires eclipses what she sees
The curtain's rising onto a different scene
She tells a story from a stage torn in between
A poem and a song, the right way and the wrong
In the early morning sun
She's seen dancing in a fountain
Washing the night out of her hair
Where does she go from there?
So many times I've wondered if she is really there at all
On a boulevard in the morning
She stands in the breeze
Oceans of faces pass her by but don't see
Tantalizing, telling lies is just her style
She sees the paintings in the hall and doesn't care at all
Walking at night in the bright lights of the city
Wearing a gown she'd bought that afternoon
Haunting the places where she should not go
Moving fast, 'stead of moving slow
Yet always taking her time
The curtain's falling to end another play
The people watching, leave their seats and turn away
Writer: Stephen O'Brien
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid