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