Paris - ben rector

I haven’t seen her for a month or so

Young love feels like finding buried gold

We meet in Paris fly straight through the night

My heart feels just like new sunglasses in the taxi ride

I remember who we are

When we’re being young and dumb

Paris feels like falling back in love

Back in love

Now we’re walking, talking hand in hand

Nervous at the bakery, not speaking French

And she is smiling, she is beautiful

And I feel sixteen, while we, we are making love (oh yeah)

I remember who we are

When we’re being young and dumb

Paris feels like falling back in love

I remember who we are

When we’re being young and dumb

Paris feels like falling back in love

Falling back in love (mmm yeah)

I haven’t seen her for a month or so

Young love feels like finding buried gold