Paris Lyrics - Singles - Jonatha Brooke & The Story

L'Allemand used to visit me in Paris, in Paris 

I remember the men, I remember the houses in Paris 

His station nearby, I was his afternoons 

We didn't mind, shared everything, everything, in Paris 

And he'd come in looking for comfort 

Leave again looking to the left and the right 

Did we see too much, say too little 

Stepping over every dark thing? 

Would it all be true tomorrow but, he loves me 

Framing his face with my hands in the doorway 

I try to decipher the friend from the foe in his eyes 

A man's skin will be blown back with time and confusion 

'Til it gathers by his ears 

In the same human shallows like sand at the sea 

Did he hear too much, say too little? 

Could any year recover what we lost in these 

With the hum of the war in the run of the day? 

But I walk with my head held high and naked in the sun 

Claiming these streets for myself 

I walk with my head held high and naked in the sun 

Claiming these streets for myself, again 

I am the unchanging narrative, I don't resolve neatly 

And I am the unchained melody, the current of the need to survive 

And I go on looking for comfort 

I can no longer see to the left or the right 

But I walk with my head held high and naked in the sun 

Claiming these streets for myself 

I walk with my head held high and naked in the sun 

Claiming these streets for myself 

I walk with my head held high and naked in the sun 

Claiming these streets for myself 

I walk with my head held high and naked in the sun 

Claiming these streets for myself, again