Paris Lyrics - Kara Johnstad

Passing umbrellas 

A thought held in time 

As the skyline of Paris 

Dissolves into chimes 

And they sit, talking openly 

They share 

The love and the laughter 

Like boats on a sea 

They are carried through lifetimes 

A sweet odyssey 

A discover a friendship 

Quite rare 

The sun on the window 

Which dries her wet hair 

Gazing on the fountain in the square 

Humming he contemplates 

Stretching the time 

Or is there a time? 

Textures and colors 

Impressions of others 

Monmartre is filled 

And the painters discover 

To grasp, like a clock 

They keep time 

Marking the seasons 

By splashes on canvas 

A rough stuccoed wall, 

A blue window, some pansies 

A mirrored window, he recalls 

The sun on the window 

Which dries her wet hair 

Gazing on the fountain in the square 

Humming he contemplates 

Stretching the time 

Or is there a time?