Paris 12

Somewhere by the corner stove
I said the words that I was told
Ecstatic, scared and daring to believe
Death and dearness down in streams
Magnets and strawberry dreams
Follow every god and every grief
Laughed and shaking in the cold
Love or taking, I don't know
Stumbling in the silent Annecy
Careful creatures they can be
but stroke their skin and scrape their knees
and say it's hard to say before you leave
Paris makes me feel alone
but yours is something of its own
I'm clawing every crevice in the car
Don't be guilty, don't be brusque
It's not a thing that you can lose
The girl I am, the galaxy you are
Mmmm...
Ahh...
Up to every honest hour
Some were truths and some were far removed
I've heared
Tried and tired's what you know
but me a quiet souvenir to hold
Well here
Don't be guilty, don't be brusque
It's not a thing that you can lose
The girl I am, the galaxy you are