I went to Morisson's grave at Pere Lachaise cemetery
  The stony flowers and the matching graffiti were guiding me
  To the steps inside of me
  
  And what would you do if I got down on my knees to you
  What would you do if I lied to your face
  Could you still hold your dreams
  Could you live with your silent face
  
  So what would you do would you walk right through me
  Would you stand in the way like the others before
  Get in the way
  Would you drink to me next Beaujolais day
  
  Tell me the truth save a prayer for me
  I would love to leave you but you would cry all night long
  Eternal romantic victory failed on Beaujolais day
  
  I heard a wheelchair whisper across a stale silent gymnasium
  Trailing an ivy league jacket like a matador
  Through the jitterbug steps of the night before
  
  Through the chalk white chill and the tear fandango
  Heading away to the inner wrangle
  Do we cry for a cell
  Do we need for a cell
  
  What would you do would you cry for me
  Could you set off ... could we go gently
  Blame it away
  Do you really want to head for the open door
  
  Got to crack a bottle while you dream for me
  Just an absent friend and a misery
  Laying awake do we stay right there
  'Till Beaujolais day
  
  On Beaujolais day
  So what would you do would you lie to me
  Would you sit right back in a victory
  Would you play for me
  Could you die for me
  
  So what would you do would you walk right through me
  Heading away saying it's just another victory
  This is Beaujolais day