Lyrics:
He'll be flied awayFrom those choices that they tookNaked and caught on the Isle de la CiteRoll of home may beThere's over eleven since she's beenFor machine and a feeling I still careFaulting to mention forms in flightFabulous in dream of eveFlaying on the ground and your infant livesFrom out of the bayousSeen the way is corporealThe little pants into nowheresThrough Paris breaks soulFrom out of the bayousFrom must have beigeSo we didn't while we seizedUntil the fog made me run through that hectic glareLove won't be forgedAnd was a fog, was them that cherishedRoad, river and rail'So embarrased, I'm not sure at all', lies mother's daughterTruth is she found love(x3)Road, river and rail