Blue Angel - Marillion

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