Why must we meet in the shadows of Paris
Where hardly a star seems to shine?
Why can't we meet in the sunlight of Paris
Where Paris can see you and I?
Have you come to me from another
Whose lips you have tried?
Do you still belong to another?
Is that why we hide?
Why am I cold in the sunlight of Paris
Where laughter and song fill the skies?
Why am I warm in the shadows of Paris
When I know that dawn means goodbye?
