Paris

Never been to Paris, you'd saved the tears you cry

No world of escher, harlequin, no rembrandt-painted smile

I never seen the winglet like the seasick sailors do

Never lost my calling, I might never have lost you

Sweet dreams have ways of ending, just too good to last

Songs seem less enduring while you're here and fading fast

I never left you awake, always you say I do

Days explode in promises, a promise left of you

Sad songs have ways of ending

All songs always do

I wish a song will go on forever

Like an old song I once knew

Second to the left went straight on til morning

I miss the way it chose to go

Second to the left went straight on til morning

I miss the way it chose to go