Auberge - Chris Rea

On the hard fast train, on the road to gain

Something gets right through to your telling bone

There’s a sudden itch, an electric twitch

Sometimes I swear this body’s got a mind of it’s own

This is the naked truth, this is the light

There’s only one place left to go

Auberge (Auberge)

Auberge (Auberge)

You meet the silent type on a windy trail

With a shiny cloak and an unseen silver dagger

You can talk till you ache, give yourself one more break

You can tell by the look on his face that it just doesn’t matter

'Cause this is the naked truth and this is the light

There’s only one place left to go

Auberge (Auberge)

Auberge (Auberge)

Oh, give me a weekend, give me a day

Don’t like what I’m seeing though I hear what you say

Think with a dagger and you’ll die on your knees

Begging for mercy, singing: Please, Mister, please

'Cause this is the naked truth and this is the light

But there’s only one place left to go

Auberge, Auberge

Auberge (Auberge)

Auberge, Auberge

Auberge, Auberge

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