Life has been unfaithful. And it all promised so so much. I am a relic. I am just a petrified cry. Wheeled out once a year a cenotaph souvenir. The applause nails down my silence. La tristesse durera. Scream to a sigh to a sigh. I see liberals. I am just a fashion accessory. People send postcards. And they all hope I'm feeling well. I retreat into self-pity it's so easy. Where they patronise my misery. La tristesse durera. Scream to a sigh to a sigh. I sold my medal. It paid a bill. It sells at market stalls. Parades Milan catwalks. The sadness will never go. Will never go away. Baby it's here to stay. La tristesse durera. Scream to a sigh to a sigh.