In Lyon, I heard your fate's falling
Your trial, and my correction's made
You had all the prayers of Mont Luçon
You had all the prayers of those who'd gone
No I was not there
On the church stairs
The wind in my hair
I fled through night's air
No I was not there
On the church stairs
The wind in my hair
I fled through night's air
We had once shared
Had once shared
