Walking in Paris, France holding hands
Laughing 'bout love and a thought of romance
Talking like civil woes
Crooked doors as it pours down on our hands left in ruins
Oh lives another spirit in twain
All in a sensei it, it brought tears to their eyes
Show me what love is and good will shall come
The message to which we've been known has come unknown
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh-oh
Waiting in Shalom's dreams
Her and me whispering dreams
And a future of bliss
From her tongue and lips
Like mother, it will bring she took a breath and I lived again
Oh lives another spirit in twain
All in a sense it, it brought tears to their eyes
Show me what love is and good will shall come
The message to which we've been known has come unknown
Walking in Paris, France holding hands
Laughing 'bout love and a thought of romance
