there's a storm passing over
the city of paris, and over my heart.
soft words splashing down
like raindrops; stabbing pricks of
water, like the tears that
i would wipe away;
but i don't, because there is no point:
nobody sees them
anyways.
i've learned to hide
them behind a secretive smile.
there's a storm passing over
the city of paris, and over my heart.
here i'm infinites away from you -
we're more than just oceans apart, but it doesn't hurt
any less. it's sunny here on
this rocky beach, and i'm learning
to let the light heal
the ice-cage around
my soul.
i know how to break this,
but i'm not even sure i want to.
there's a storm passing over
the city of paris, and over my heart.
who knew good-bye could bring
so much pain?
i wish we could've had more time;
but i guess we really weren't
ever meant to be.
three little words that never
came to mind - neither yours nor mine -
who knew they'd shatter us
just like that?
there's a storm passing over
the city of paris, and over my heart.
if i truly knew how
to make it all better for you,
then i would do it -
i would make you happy, and see you smile again.
but it's so much easier
to blow out a candle in a storm
than to light one;
and the fire of your heart wasn't just a candle,
it was so much more.
there's a storm passing over
the city of paris, and over my heart.
our lock is still sealed on
that bridge somewhere;
your name and mine, written in sharpie.
oh, we're going to
last forever, love; we are.
i just won't be there to see you -
to live forever with you -
i'm sorry i had to leave.
i didn't mean to.
it's raining over the streets
of paris, and over my heart.
