All This Time We Could Have Been Friends

In the morning I open the shutters of my room.
And feel you smile.
I can see all the faces the traffic rushing by.
There are no parades.
Nobody at the door.
Just laughter making its way around the room.

I can't go home again.
I can't go home again.

I love you in Paris.
I love the way we move.
Like something's happening.
But it feels so much colder, and winter's coming soon.
Mama Dew's outside.
Frost is at the door.
And when we leave I feel the sting I've never felt before.

I can't go home again.
I can't go home again.

I could never leave you.
I could never leave you.
Not in Paris on this perfect afternoon.

I can't go home again.
I can't go home again.
I can't go home again.
I can't go home again