| All right now, picture this,
The scene is set in Paris:
You are back,
And I wear black,
Same colour as the skies. Lots of people passing by,
But strangely no sound can be heard,
It is like watching a silent herd
Of antelopes smoothly running
on the immense openings
of a dreamt African desert. You're glancing at my heart,
I hold your hand in mine,
We are both seated at a café,
You sipping a glass of wine,
I am drinking a café. It is getting late, and late it is,
I have missed the last métro,
and you will not catch as it is,
Your plane to San Francisco. So we drift along the empty streets,
and finally our walk meets
the doorstep of some hotel. The key ring tingles like a bell,
Against the door knob when
You open the door
Here we are two men
Whose interlaced bodies
move slowly in the sultry
air of a summer breeze. My heart, my soul,
Close your eyes, make a wish
Come and join me for ever in Paris. |
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