L'Allemand to visit me in Paris, in Paris I remember the men, I remember the in Paris His nearby, I was his afternoons We mind, shared everything, everything, in Paris
And come in looking for comfort Leave looking to the left and the right Did we see too much, say too Stepping over every thing? Would it all be true but, he loves me
Framing his face my hands in the doorway I try to decipher the friend the foe in his eyes A man's will be blown back with time and confusion 'Til it gathers by his In the same human shallows sand at the sea
Did he too much, say too little? any year recover what we lost in these With the hum of the war in the run of the
But I walk with my head high and naked in the sun Claiming these streets for I walk with my head held and naked in the sun Claiming these streets for myself,
I am the unchanging narrative, I resolve neatly And I am the unchained melody, the of the need to survive And I go on looking for I can no see to the left or the right
But I walk my head held high and naked in the sun Claiming streets for myself I walk with my head held and naked in the sun Claiming these streets for I with my head held high and naked in the sun Claiming streets for myself I walk with my head held and naked in the sun these streets for myself, again