Auberge (2001 Edit) 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)