Lyrics

I was dreaming on a corner
Of the Champs-Elysees
And the Parisians passing by
Never once looked my way
I might as well have been a mannequin
For all the notice they took of me
They turned the music up
C’est la vie

I dreamed I was a grey fox
Caught in the headlights on the highway
I made it to the side of the road
In time to hear the driver say
That might have been an animal
And then they thought no more of me
They turned the music up
C’est la vie

I dreamed I was
A single drop of rain
Studying the conversation
On the other side of the windowpane
It was all in pantomime
They spoke animatedly
Then I slid down the glass in a long silver line
C’est la vie

I dreamed my hands were always cold
I wanted to warm them by a fire
I stole into a church
And listened to the choir
I watched the congregation
As they filed out solemnly
Turn the music up
C’est la vie

I dreamed I was Italian
Joining in the laughter and the wine
I saw the Seven Hills of Rome
And I felt fine
Then I saw the universe
In all its majesty
Turn the music up
C’est la vie