Paris Lyrics - Patrick Wolf

It was seven in the morning when the spark 

began to give. the bath was spilling over, my 

self pity spilling with it, so i, i fled the country 

to start it all again and found myself in paris in 

the cemetery rain. 

dear anne came to me and took me by the arm 

showed me old disasters embedded in the palm 

warned me of a lady with the sun behind her head. 

with a a granite neck, a singer who can never sing 

again. but you, my love: 

you must come, come to joy, turn your head to the sun 

its down to you, you can shine, you can shake all the 

sorrow from your palm.. its down to you if you dare 

to come to joy. 

what was it i ran from, what burnt away inside? 

four hundred schoolboys and a lawyer at my side 

always running with these legs going nowhere 

a ghost in the system, and angel on the stairs... 

but oh! this time....