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.