Patrick Wolf Paris Lyrics

Paris Lyrics

It was seven in the morning when the spark 

began to give. the bath was
spilling over, my 

self pity spilling with it, so i, i fled the country


to start it all again and found myself in paris in 

the cemetery
rain. 



dear anne came to me and took me by the arm 

showed
me old disasters embedded in the palm 

warned me of a lady with the sun
behind her head. 

with a a granite neck, a singer who can never sing 

again. but you, my love: 



you must come, come to joy, turn your
head to the sun 

its down to you, you can shine, you can shake all the


sorrow from your palm.. its down to you if you dare 

to come to
joy. 



what was it i ran from, what burnt away inside? 

four
hundred schoolboys and a lawyer at my side 

always running with these
legs going nowhere 

a ghost in the system, and angel on the stairs...


but oh! this time.... 



i shall turn, turn my head to the
sun.. 

they are marching out of me.. one by one 

walking free. oh!
theyre going out of.... 

oh! i can feel it moving, this time i'm really
moving. 

are you ready to come, come to joy well its really down to 

you if you dare to enjoy... its down to you... hold the key 

in your
hands.. it's all in the palm of your hands