كلمات Resistance

I had this dream we were in the resistance Somewhere in France fighting traitors and facists You were my mistress, yes, you were a woman But I knew it was you by the shape of your mouth And you called me Maurice and I had a thin mustache And I played clarinet in a decadent band Until we Hid in the bushes We shot from the bushes Made love in the bushes Like there was no tomorrow In my real life, I'm a cocktail waitress Dodging men's hands Instead of bullets And you're a bass player in a band That got a deal. Dealing with assholes Instead of explosives Still we were grateful to be alive Together fighting side by side As we Hide in the bushes Shoot from the bushes Love in the bushes Like there is no tomorrow We promised if one of us left or died Wed meet again in another life And we'll Hide in bushes Shoot from the bushes Love in the bushes Like there is no tomorrow