August In Paris

The middle of august in Paris No one's in town except the tourists The perfect time to go out for a walk Don't even need to talk The streets are hot, the air is heavy Those people making me feel lonely I'm looking for a secret alley No one has ever seen A stranger's head behind a window A scary look that hides a weirdo I'm pretty sure that he's staring at me But no one else can see Summer nights / What should I do It's cold and it's warm / White and blue Summer nights / Is it true Temperature rising / Minds out of tune I keep on walking in the city This one-bedroom flat seems empty A little later there's a party Now an old symphony Someone is digging underground there To understand what's happening in your head But who you really are is a thing No one should ever see Summer nights / What should I do It's cold and it's warm / White and blue Summer nights / Is it true Temperature rising / Minds out of tune