Paris کے بول

Never been to Paris, you'd saved the tears you cry No world of escher, harlequin, no rembrandt-painted smile I never seen the winglet like the seasick sailors do Never lost my calling, I might never have lost you Sweet dreams have ways of ending, just too good to last Songs seem less enduring while you're here and fading fast I never left you awake, always you say I do Days explode in promises, a promise left of you Sad songs have ways of ending All songs always do I wish a song will go on forever Like an old song I once knew Second to the left went straight on til morning I miss the way it chose to go Second to the left went straight on til morning I miss the way it chose to go