[Intro: Matt Chamberlain]
"...two, three, four"

[Verse 1: Tori Amos]
Not tonight, Josephine
In an army’s strength therein lies the denouement
From here you’re haunting me
By the Seine, so beautiful
Only not to be of use
Impossible, impossible

[Verse 2: Tori Amos]
So strange, victory
1200 spires, the only sound: Moscow burning
Empty like the Tuileries
Like a dream, Vienna seems
Only not to be of use
Impossible

[Verse 3: Tori Amos]
In the last extremity
To advance or not to advance, I hear you laughing
Even still you’re calling me
Not tonight, not tonight
Not tonight, Josephine