Auberge - Chris Rea

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 
 
 
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
(Auberge, Auberge)
(Auberge)