I swear that this city was built brick by brick just for you
The cobblestone alleys to galleries lost in the Louvre
The rumble of secretes beneath, the crowding of souls with one vision to keep
The stories from whispering trees are centuries old, but still proving to be
To be settled in
When the night grows thin that waking-hour leads me straight to your open grin
I’m coming down with the chills I found in a cafe with adoring eyes as my
medicine
There’s a hilltop where pastels ask questions to canvas aloud
The craftsmen will shuffle past the window as we exchange vows
The rumble of secretes beneath, the crowding of souls with one vision to keep
The stories from whispering trees are centuries old, but still proving to be
To be settled in
When the night grows thin that waking-hour leads me straight to your open grin
I’m coming down with the chills I found in a cafe with adoring eyes as my
medicine
To be settled in
When the night grows thin that waking-hour leads me straight to your open grin
I’m coming down with the chills I found in a basement with neon lights as my
medicine