In the morning I open the shutters of my room.
And feel you smile.
I can see all the faces the traffic rushing by.
There are no parades.
Nobody at the door.
Just laughter making its way around the room.
I cant go home again.
I cant go home again.
I love you in Paris.
I love the way we move.
Like something's happening.
But it feels so much colder, and winters coming soon.
Mama Dew's outside.
Frost is at the door.
And when we leave I feel the sting Ive never felt before.
I cant go home again.
I cant go home again.
I could never leave you.
I could never leave you.
Not in Paris on this perfect afternoon.
I cant go home again.
I cant go home again.
I cant go home again.
I cant go home again