I went to morrison's grave at pere lachaise cemetery The stony flowers and the matching graffiti were guiding me to the steps inside of me And what will you do if i got down on my knees to you What will you do if i lied to your face Could you still hold your dreams Could you live in 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 sell 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 'till beaujolais day On beaujolais day So what will 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