歌曲名 Paris

歌手名 Jonatha Brooke & The Story

作词：Jonatha Brooke

作曲：Jonatha Brooke

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 we shared everything

everything Paris

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