Patrick Wolf - Paris op Lyrkit

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Paris

Paris

(album: Lycanthropy - 2003)

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 I 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..
It's 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....

I shall turn, turn my head to the sun..
They are marching out of me.. One by one.
Walking free. Oh! It's going out of....
Oh! I can feel it moving, this time, yeah. I'm really moving.
Now, are you ready to come, come to joy,
turn your head to the sun it's down to you, you can shine, you can give it up.
It's all down to you, hold the key in your hands, it's all in your hands.

It's all in the palm of your hands. [x4]

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