After Rimbaud

Love is hard it's not getting any easier
My country's cold your lips frozen to your zipper
It stays dark you start getting into trouble
The moon is bright reflecting off the snow
So used up you're feeling landlocked and alone
Make a wish it's a temporary loan
I got lost in the beautiful city I kinda lost myself
I could see all the lights above me and everything else fell into place
The Seine in spring I feel part of everything
Down that alley named after Rimbaud
I'll catch your fall high heels in the cobblestones
I'll catch my breath trying to feel it all
Quiet days in Clichy Sunday afternoon
Half asleep you held me to your breast
I've been high ever since the plane touched down
I've been high ever since I figured out I'm nothing



Credits
Writer(s): Rick Reid
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