Champ De Mars

Our differences make for a lively conversation
We try to see eye to eye over a bottle of wine
And you crack a smile
And it makes us laugh
And it takes me back to Paris in the summer
Out on the grass at Champ De Mars

So top me off before the lights flash again
Cold night
Your forte
To keep me up and not let it slip away

Chasing summer
Out on the grass at Champ De Mars

We wrote the map to follow dreams
And still we don't know what it means
And now this place still holds a strong allure
You send me postcards cont de jure
You send me postcards cont de jure

So dance with me before the morning light
Cold night
Your forte
To keep me up and not let it slip away

Your eyes adjusting to the night
Your heart alive in black and white
Still though you dream of countrysides
Cool water blue and fresh sunlight

So lets make a toast before the lights go out



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