Smell of a man. Smell of musk. The noise of the train. From morning till dusk. The up escalator broken down. The clothes on my back. Look like they were taken out of the laundry basket.
They're singing secular songs in the churches. And there's not a of word of God. It's all Schubert and Beethoven. Oh and lots of French love songs. So let's go down on Sunday morning.