"Paris" lyrics

"Paris"

I wish I could open up my window
Step into a world of long lost time
Or change the scene like flipping through the channels
Of our life
Little things are never quite so simple
Once you look up close and see the lines
And sometimes I think someday was so long ago
Time rolls by, I

I miss the air, layers of midnight
Shadows in narrow roads in the streetlight
Honey you're there forever in closed eyes I'm
Holding tight, holy bright, holding high
You and I, time to time remind me of
Paris, Paris
Time to time remind me of
Paris, Paris
Time to time remind me how

I can live inside my head and hide there
I can fit my days into my dreams
But if I risk my winter's wish I'll find you
In brand new green, free
Still

I miss the air, layers of midnight
Shadows in narrow roads in the streetlight
Honey you're there forever in closed eyes I'm
Holding tight, holy bright, holding high
You and I, time to time remind me of
Paris, Paris
Time to time remind me of
Paris, Paris

Time to time remind of
Paris
Paris
Time to time remind of
Paris
Paris

Holding high, you and I
Holding high
You and I, time to time remind me of
Paris, Paris
Time to time remind me of
Paris, Paris
Time to time remind me of
Paris, Paris
Time to time remind me of
Paris, Paris


Writer(s): Paul Johnson
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