Holding hands, downtown Paris
Midnight beckons again
Something more than intimate
Toxicates the wind
What could happen in summertime?
Could this be our fall?
Your skin so pale, the air so thin tonight
Justify the temporal things
Hands now at my ears
Your eyes so green, your touch so real
There's no tomorrow in how we feel
Don't you worry about the future, baby
Live now in this moment
No rushing dive could prepare us for our destiny
Holding hands, downtown Paris
Where does it go from here?
These seconds of pleasure
Lifetime of (regret)
Regrettably yours
In regrettable Paris
Regrettably yours tonight
Regrettably yours
In regrettable Paris
Regrettably yours tonight
Regrettably yours
Regrettable Paris
Regrettably yours tonight