Paroles de Paris

Ya mon... another day another time... set another fire... Blessed and behold when I and I come to take control and cause... Come on BT... drop Let me come... All the time! BT ... guarantee each and every time Now the old folks used to say: Nothing comes before the time But silence is golden Burning a million torches, all that bare your name So in the darkness they bring you great light Sonorous of black holes, you steal their flame So I'm learning protection For my self contained light In a plethora of burning suns In the blackest of pure twilight And although I wish to give endlessly I will not relinquish my sight Let us linger in our luster together Together in this Parisian garden of light So in this perfect of hours, and in our silent of space Pray the world grows perfectly still Surrender to our silence ...yeah... Let me come Be still in your silence Be silent and hopeful Again... I'd like for you To be still in our silence Be golden in darkness Again... Let me come