Pere Lachaise

Lately, I've been thinking about the miles in between

And about how it seems so far

I can hear you, a whisper, a ghost in a dream

You're the wind in the chimes on the porch

You're the wind in the chimes on the porch

As I lay here drunk on the floor

Spring is coming, and Paris sounds nice

With the blossoms in the Pere Lachaise

And I hope you remember, me back at home

I'm just waiting to see you again

As I watch the crows fly with the wind

You wander through the Pere Lachaise