Maybe never , maybe forever
I want to be next to you .
New city , old trains ,
To you , but you're not the same .
London , Paris , pigeons up glare roofs,
Old Boulevard and the trees on fire.
London , Paris , pigeons up glare roofs
You remember, you remember .
Scents in the dark lines in a vacuum,
And you're around, although you not.
From heaven you greetings , you give me nod in response ,
And yet , but you're not the same .
London , Paris , pigeons up glare roofs,
Old Boulevard and the trees on fire.
London , Paris , pigeons up glare roofs
You remember, you remember .
London - Paris, London - Paris .
London , Paris , pigeons up glare roofs,
Old Boulevard and the trees on fire.
London , Paris , pigeons up glare roofs
You remember, you remember .
