Pond - Shame

Well, I hope you're in the olive grove, yeah
And I hope you're not alone
Was I awoken by some presentiment, or was that a gun?
It was probably just a cracker
It was probably just a cracker, it's the 14th of July
In Montreuil it matters that someone died

Split me open and burn me in two
Or roll me in the summer dew
I don't want to hate Marseille just because of this one day
So hurry up and rain, complete my day
In shame, shame
Shame
Shame, shame
Oh, in shame, oh

Well, I'm sorry for everything we've done
I'm sorry for the glory of the queen, the glory of the gun
I'm sorry, I don't know what else to say
So what do I do? To whom do I pray?
To reserve my lot, to reserve my place
Well, I don't even like to think too much about fate
Does that make me fatalist, or naturalist?
Is it ignorance? Wait, wait

Split me open and burn me in two
Or roll me in the summer dew
I don't want to hate Marseille just because of this one day
So hurry up and rain, complete my day
In shame, shame
Shame
Shame, shame
Oh, in shame, oh