it's dusk and the Paris skyline is smudged blue
grey silence like the muffled sound of traffic
beneath la Tour Eiffel we pause to listen
the pulse of the city is slow and rhythmic
grey silence like the muffled sound of traffic
it's the feel of two heart beats
the pulse of the city is slow and rhythmic
the weight of your body against mine
it's the feel of two heart beats
we exist in the in-between, no darkness
the weight of your body against mine
no daylight, only the smell of your perfume, your skin
we exist in the in-between, no darkness
a single perfect moment
no daylight, only the smell of your perfume, your skin
as the day folds into night
a single perfect moment
beneath la Tour Eiffel we pause to listen
as the day folds into night
it's dusk and the Paris skyline is smudged blue
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