Paris

The first days of water I can’t hold onto All the days Of my youth All the graces of love Are over now for you For you And I will never bear my skin for you And feel you once more In beauty's remorse No more hope only time and what’s left Of the fountains I have nothing And waiting for me All the white that’s inside In the morning mist In the crystal air I fill up my lungs With the winter air To lie awake and hear That I was born in the wrong way Lifted to another place Bury my love in winter air In solitude Lifted there Take unto a new path A new path Lifted there in winter air Bury my love, bury my love All the graces of love are over now for you