Paris Lyrics - Bt

Ya mon, another day another time, set another fire 

Blessed and behold when I and I come to take control and 'cause 

Come on BT, drop 

Let me come 

All the time! BT, guarantee each and every time 

Now the old folks used to say: Nothing comes before the time 

But silence is golden 

Burning a million torches, all that bare your name 

So in the darkness they bring you great light 

Sonorous of black holes, you steal their flame 

So I'm learning protection 

For my self contained light 

In a plethora of burning suns 

In the blackest of pure twilight 

And although I wish to give endlessly 

I will not relinquish my sight 

Let us linger in our luster together 

Together in this Parisian garden of light 

So in this perfect of hours, and in our silent of space 

Pray the world grows perfectly still 

Surrender to our silence, yeah 

Let me come 

Be still in your silence 

Be silent and hopeful 

Again 

I'd like for you 

To be still in our silence 

Be golden in darkness 

Again 

Let me come