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   'Til 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