How Does a Moment Last Forever (Montmartre) (demo)

This is the Paris of my childhood
These were the portants of my life
In this crumbly, dusty attic
Where an artist loved his wife.

I was the baby in that cradle
All that I knew was I was loved.
Now I'm sure of so much more, or am I?

Easy to remember, harder to move on
Knowing the Paris of my childhood is gone.