(Spoken)
Alright, well we're at the beautiful Pontchartrain Hotel … Humidity … Humility, that's what it should be … um, um … So here's a song for some loving friends of mine and some loving strangers who I have yet to meet, um, here at the Pontchartrain.
(Sung)
My spirits are rising with the climbing yellow
Here on the sidewalks between the hotel and The Avenue
With you the air is a haunting harmony of blue
Flying too high tonight at the Ponchartrain with you
My soul is filled with sweet emotions
Stirred by our love
Taking wing on the lazy flight of a pa**ing dove
By you in the bar we strike chord, lovers croon,
Flying too high tonight at the Ponchartrain with you
Moonlight dances on the Eiffel Tower's gla** and silvery beams,
Reflecting your image like a Botticellian dream.
I cling to each second as a moment in time
Unwinding in my arms
Then the wine works its charms
And you are a bouquet of a thousand stars.
Moonlight dances on the Eiffel Tower's gla** and silvery beams,
Reflecting your image like a Botticellian dream.
I cling to each second as a moment in time
Unwinding in my arms
Then the wine works its charms
And you are a bouquet of a thousand stars.
Waiting for the turn of your face
To catch that quivering kiss
I gaze into your eyes, and I see a heart so true
Deep in your embrace I'm set free with eternal youth
Flying too high tonight at the Ponchartrain with you
Flying too high tonight at the Ponchartrain with you