PARIS AT MIDNIGHT

Young love, took to the skies

Long days, longer nights

Stay in heaven for two 

‘til the streets come alive 

By the light of the moon

Young ones, fresh from the sheet

Night air beckoning

Spread our silhouette out 

over cobble and brick in an unknown town

Oh, a memory

In Paris at Midnight

When the timing was just right

Oh, such electricity

Making shapes in the darkness

So elusive an artist

Young hearts searching for trace

Of old charm, golden grey

Land of poet and brush

But the legacy hides ’til your eyes adjust

Oh, a memory

In Paris at Midnight

When the timing was just right

Oh, such electricity

Making shapes in the darkness

So elusive an artist

Just to be back again -

Just to be back again -

Just to be back again -

Again.