Salome - Cousteau

So this is not the place

And these are not the times

I hear my bell a-tollin'

Now the stars begin to shine

Salome, Salome I…

Salome the love we made

Between us

Has become the hunted kind

And I recall I surrendered

I saw you dancing barefoot

In the garbage and the leaves

And we were small, worn and tender

Salome the games we played

Woke the dogs

Who prey on me

Prey on me

'Cause Salome, Salome maybe

Salome maybe between you and me

We’d have made some history

Salome, Salome I…

Salome if it’s all the same

Whatever did become of me, of me…

And I’ll be there, I’ll wait for you

I’m hearing in the distance

There’s a bird that calls my name

'Cause Salome, I adored you

Salome the very flame

That licked us

Has become fair game

Fair game…