[Verse 1] Chrome umbrella in her hand Rust on her joints She hums along the market stalls Scanning broken toys "Bonjour, Monsieur Zwicky" Tin-can accent, soft and shy Kids all snicker in the back He just meets her glowing eyes [Chorus] Oh, Miss Edna Mon amour en métal In front of the chapel Sous la pluie, c’est normal Radiation in the air But your voice is crystal clear Miss Edna, Mister Zwicky L’amour vit encore ici [Verse 2] He stays late to grade the papers Chalk dust on his sleeves She rewinds old bedtime stories For the orphans, for their dreams He oils the squeak in her left shoulder Calls her "ma chère amie" She plays old pre-war love songs Static, then harmony [Chorus] [Bridge] [muted trumpet solo over soft piano chords] [low vocal register] "Voulez-vous danser ce soir ?" she asks Under flickering market light He laughs, "Je ne sais pas danser" But he takes her hand tonight [Verse 3] Diamond City sky is leaking Grey rain, glowing steam All-Faiths doors are hanging open Pews half-burned, half redeemed Guard in a patched-up uniform Acts as priest for one small fee "Do you, Mister Zwicky, take This chrome lady loyally ?" [Chorus] [Verse 4] "La pluie bénit les fous" she whispers Drops on metal cheeks He kisses where her lips would be Awkward, warm, unique Kids toss bottlecap confetti Over cracked and holy stone "Pour toujours, Monsieur Zwicky" Her speakers crackle, "Je suis à toi, mon garçon" [Chorus]
