Remembering a day The broken boats of Noirmoutier The Atlantic salt collectors Set about their sectioned squares A low straight road away Against the turning tide We raced and thought we had time to spare And we got caught at the end of Rue de l'Enfer ♪ Forgetting everything But how the ash felt as it left my hand And the words left to the wind, they keep echoing Memories unpaved and sorrows yet to fade We thought that maybe we could leave them there But we got caught at the end of Rue de l'Enfer Of Rue de l'Enfer