Once we stood at the edge of the world
And the shipwrecked sun went down
A frozen city held it's breath
Beneath a silent neon crown
And true, we didn't stay around to see the dying embers
But who knows wich of us will be the last to remember
That you don't live in Paris
You don't live in Paris anymore?
I sit alone at the Place Pigalle
Waiting for a friend of mine
She might be bringing me the fleur du mal
Or just a foxy valentine
And oh, you must have heard a lot of bad things about me
And all your friends will tell that you're better off without me
Now you don't live in Paris
Now you don't live in Paris anymore
Night falls along the boulevards
Irma la Douce slips out of doors
A strange face in the back of a car
For a moment looks like yours
And all at once I start feeling lost en empty
What's the use in all the books and all the lines you sent me
If you don't live in Paris
If you don't live in Paris anymore
Streetlight flicker at the runway of dawn
I stretch out of a dream
Daylight paints it's strangest forms
Out on streets I've never seen
And in all the faces that the modern world can show you
There might be one that's near enough for me to know you
When you don't live in Paris
When you don't live in Paris anymore
And the shipwrecked sun went down
A frozen city held it's breath
Beneath a silent neon crown
And true, we didn't stay around to see the dying embers
But who knows wich of us will be the last to remember
That you don't live in Paris
You don't live in Paris anymore?
I sit alone at the Place Pigalle
Waiting for a friend of mine
She might be bringing me the fleur du mal
Or just a foxy valentine
And oh, you must have heard a lot of bad things about me
And all your friends will tell that you're better off without me
Now you don't live in Paris
Now you don't live in Paris anymore
Night falls along the boulevards
Irma la Douce slips out of doors
A strange face in the back of a car
For a moment looks like yours
And all at once I start feeling lost en empty
What's the use in all the books and all the lines you sent me
If you don't live in Paris
If you don't live in Paris anymore
Streetlight flicker at the runway of dawn
I stretch out of a dream
Daylight paints it's strangest forms
Out on streets I've never seen
And in all the faces that the modern world can show you
There might be one that's near enough for me to know you
When you don't live in Paris
When you don't live in Paris anymore