Rebel

If you were French 
I'd be a rebel in Paris 
Serenade you under a hail of bullets 
If you were German I'd bomb the Reich 
Maybe you'd see me 
On the fifth of November 
Painting the sky in smoke 
That spelled your name 
While around me the embers of a clock tower 
Chanted "Remember"
Sadly, I'm not a rebel 
I'm just a man 
And you're no angel 
Just a girl in a mask

The Bilge Master