Parisian Boulevards
What happened to all the dreamers
With romance in their hearts
And pencils in pockets?
Long hot days spent holding hands
In spaces where fertile minds
Transform grimy back streets into Parisian boulevards
If travel broadens the mind
Maybe we should all stay at home
For a little while
There are places that cease to be
With landscapes that transform almost daily
So I struggle to bring to mind Parisian boulevards
Where are your bleeding hearts?
Where are the souls that just fall apart?
Make us question who we are and all we know
Tell me whose going to stop us
Hitting all time lows?
Who will take us back to Parisian boulevards?
Mary, its not the same
You can close your eyes
But things will change around you
And what was can no longer be
Hey, and maybe they'll take the memory
Of you and me holding hands along Parisian boulevards
What happened to all the dreamers
With romance in their hearts
And pencils in pockets?
Long hot days spent holding hands
In places where fertile minds make plans
The dream is dead in the water
Love is gone
And I really ought to
Not just walk away
Maybe stand and fight
But apathy's grip can be ever so tight
Mary, its not the same
You can close your eyes
But things will change around you
And what was can no longer be
But they'll never take the memory
Of you and me holding hands along Parisian boulevards
With romance in their hearts
And pencils in pockets?
Long hot days spent holding hands
In spaces where fertile minds
Transform grimy back streets into Parisian boulevards
If travel broadens the mind
Maybe we should all stay at home
For a little while
There are places that cease to be
With landscapes that transform almost daily
So I struggle to bring to mind Parisian boulevards
Where are your bleeding hearts?
Where are the souls that just fall apart?
Make us question who we are and all we know
Tell me whose going to stop us
Hitting all time lows?
Who will take us back to Parisian boulevards?
Mary, its not the same
You can close your eyes
But things will change around you
And what was can no longer be
Hey, and maybe they'll take the memory
Of you and me holding hands along Parisian boulevards
What happened to all the dreamers
With romance in their hearts
And pencils in pockets?
Long hot days spent holding hands
In places where fertile minds make plans
The dream is dead in the water
Love is gone
And I really ought to
Not just walk away
Maybe stand and fight
But apathy's grip can be ever so tight
Mary, its not the same
You can close your eyes
But things will change around you
And what was can no longer be
But they'll never take the memory
Of you and me holding hands along Parisian boulevards
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Writer(s): Dom Richardson
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