The ancient streets so crowded and narrow
The winding stairs climb up, up high
The air tonight hangs sour and heavy

I'm dying up here love, lie with me, lie

The view electrical and sprawling

The city lights move out and on and on
Out there in the halo of the skyline
My guardian angel looks down upon me


Fall tonight sweet Paris rain
Shower me in her warm kisses


A burning star over long lost highways
My fallen love died so young

And all the gifts you gave, I have them
And all your love I'm still holding onto


She rides the halo of the skyline
My fallen sister died so young
Our last goodbye I wanted to be there

To bathe the loss from your fading eyes

Close these sweeping long grey curtains

The dizzying spiraling heights

Soft light pours into the room

Fingers glide over my face, a voice speaks, a figure moves
How could I walk these old dim halls again
How could I leave this room all alone


When she comes by every morning
Brings back pink and pale blue orchids

When she comes by every afternoon
Piano music weeps quietly as May melts into June
When she comes by every evening

Lays down beside me softly breathing