Memoir - Charlotte Gainsbourg

The city lights are beckoning

Their sirens softly call

All the fantasists and fetishist

Are preparing the ball

When you’ve been stuck here on the doorstep

With nothing to forsake

But you might as well be anyone’s to take

So I give myself to strangers

Like I gave myself to you

But the tenderness I felt

Has been replaced by something new

And in the orgy I can vaguely hear

The outline of your call

But I might as well be anyone’s at all

Every memory is sailing

To the kingdom of your soul

As you patiently await

I lose all sense of self-control

You were the lighthouse to my broken boat

But I left you behind

Now I might as well be anyone’s to find

Take my body, take it from me It is not worthy of your memory

I remember you undressing

As I set myself on fire

And the funeral was quick

As I lay lifeless on your pyre

Well it’s a kind of desperation

And it’s just something you can’t fake

Oh I might as well be anyone’s to take

So I give myself to strangers

Like I gave myself to you

But the unity I felt

has been replaced by something new

Now I am Helen and I am Mary Jane

I’m Robert and I am Paul

Oh I might as well be anyone at all

Yes I might as well be anyone at all

Oh I might as well be anyone at all

Oh I might as well be anyone at all