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• Artiste: Momus
• Titre: In The Sanatorium
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In the sanatorium I've booked a private room Where you can feel at home Where we can be alone Just you, the nurse and me In mountain scenery All the time that you've been ill Your face has looked so pale Drained by the force of will Drained by the wait until My treatment makes you well Or weaker still Half in love with easeful death I cloud the mirror with your breath Half in love with this disease That keeps you close to me Your eyes grow heavy as I read 'The Immoralist' by André Gide Fall asleep my sickly darling Rest in peace Men you used to know declare Their most sincere desire To travel here and share The treatment you require Their letters saying they care Are on the fire As I interrupt the muslin Hanging round the bed I wake you with the rustling And you raise your head And ask again, your voice uncertain If you're not a burden Half in love with easeful death I cloud the mirror with your breath Half in love with this disease That keeps you close to me Your eyes grow heavy as I read 'The Immoralist' by André Gide Fall asleep my sickly darling Rest in peace I wonder, as I watch you sleep If this possessive streak Will make me force my love Or if the trick is cheap And if you took your drug And if you're deep enough asleep In the sanatorium I've booked a private room Where you can feel at home Where we can be alone Just you, the nurse and me In mountain scenery (For love will endure or not endure regardless of where we are)