Paris - Caravage

I’ve always been nervous close to fire

Could it be desire

Or just the simple feeling of my own freedom

I left all my dreams up in Paris

Begging for the next kiss

From that city that promised me wonders

I’m not the man you thought

could make the grade

‘Cause I could not protect you from the things we said

Although I may cry once we break up

Whenever we might break up

I never let anybody break the spell of my destiny

If I only could slumber

I’d forget what I told her

If I only could slumber

I’d forget what I told her