lyrics, first line spoken in french, 
Stop, I will do what I can in this tempest of existence. Stop
Umbrella cork is holding the rain in the bottle
Chasing his shadow running toward the sun
Loud as cloud he tore error rekindling the juice of fervor la mere
courtship dust swallowing vision
bellowing pecking order prison
entrenched in terror blowing wind ague
summoning courtships of of old and new
when the bloom of the flower shoots its soot
dancing voicing nightingales my lady shook
Sophocles stated the rooms for rent
Only upon notice of rules that are bent
labyrinth love standing aloof
charleton singing laconic prose to raise the roof

tacking into the wind abyss
vandalize ugliness with a kiss

umbrella cork is holding the rain in the bottle
chasing his shadow running toward the sun

such it is to define the terror
loud as cloud he tore the error

stop, i will do what I can in this tempest, stop