Maybe this spring pours drops from the roofs , flooding an empty Paris .
So casually sublime phrase book we drew our world.
The road waiting for us with you hard , distant , at the crossroads , we do not have to tear that routine is not on the way to us
We are shadows on the cold platform,
and while we do not catch up .
Maybe I'll come back someday, choke this city , do not breathe . He remembers us, he remembers us , and we all remember now.
Maybe I'll come back someday, choke this city , do not breathe . He remembers us, he remembers us
During the open window accordion and wine , the sky with diamonds , Chanel.
And somewhere voice sits pathetically trembling and warms the cold April.
I remember .. And now the road waiting for us with you hard , distant , we are at a crossroads , our word wide web , not on the way to us.
We are shadows on the cold platform, and while we did not catch up .
Maybe I'll come back someday, choke this city , do not breathe . He remembers us, he remembers us , and we all remember now.
Maybe I'll come back someday, choke this city , do not breathe . He remembers us, he remembers us and we all remember , we remember .
We are shadows on the cold platform, and while we did not catch up .
Maybe I'll come back someday, choke this city , do not breathe . He remembers us, he remembers us , and we all remember , we remember .
Maybe I'll come back someday, choke this city , do not breathe . He remembers us, he remembers us and we all remember remember
