Ancient overloaded streets
Where the morning creeps
They freak me out
I feel like a stranger in this town

Then a marching sea of troubles hit
From the underworld
But I'll walk on through
The pouring rain

Our lives are filled with empty rules
That give me a sense of nothing at all
But I'm not a stranger to my needs

While the shadows fight and play games with me
In my mind, I think of you and drift away


Speed of light, sweet feline eyes invite
On golden sand
You said we're through
I was such a full
But in the hard Paris rain
Without a care I heard a fanfare