Juliette

Paris in the spring
See how it rolls off your tongue
Like you're living in a poem
Dreaming and you know it
Coffee and cologne
Through the streets of St. Germain
Carrying your home
Hotel Luisiana

Juliette, we could be happy
Just lay your head, sing me songs
In your four books bed
Lullabies to the soul
Juliette, let me play till my cheeks turn red
We could be happy, just lay your head
We'll never grow old
Juliette
Juliette

Autumn in New York
Feel it heavy in your lung
There's a bullet in your chest
You're coughing up and gone
I've got hyenas in my head
They keep me on my toes
They howl behind my back
They know I've nowhere else to go

Juliette, we could be happy
Just lay your head, sing me songs
In your four books bed
Lullabies to the soul
Juliette, let me play till my cheeks turn red
We could be happy, just lay your head
We'll never grow old
Juliette

And it could be a lifetime
A lifetime long ago
The Paris in the night lights
Still burns to rust, don't you know
Come with me, Juliette
Juliette
Juliette



Credits
Writer(s): Roel Gosto Vermeer, Simon Lewis, Will Knox
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