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