Well I'm walking through the sunny streets of Paris
For what could be the last time
To tell her that we once knew paradise
When she called me hers and I called her mine
But these streets have seen more sorrow
Seen more tears than I'll ever know
This elegant stone and antique wood
Can take a joke more than I ever could
Well they're running through the bloody streets of Paris
For what will be there last time
Oh so certain they'll find paradise
At the flick of a switch on a land mine
But these streets have seen more sorrow
Seen more tears than they'll ever know
This elegant stone and antique wood
Can take a joke more than they ever could
Well they're standing in the rainy streets of Paris
At the scene of the first crime
No there's never been a lie like paradise
As the rain falls and the bells chime.
credits
from South on East Street,
released January 1, 2017
Ben McClean: Drums
Babu: Bass Guitar, Organ
Ben Holland: Vocals, Acoustic, Electric Guitar
Written by Ben Holland.
Recorded by Senior Al at ShrunkenHeads Studios.
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