Fanfare - Gaz Coombes

Ancient overloaded streets

Where the morning creeps

They freak me out

I feel like a stranger in this town

Then a marching sea of troubles hit

From the underworld

But I’ll walk on through

The pouring rain

Our lives are filled with empty rules

That give me a sense of nothing at all

But I’m not a stranger to my needs

While the shadows fight and play games with me

In my mind, I think of you and drift away

Speed of light, sweet feline eyes invite

On golden sand

You said we’re through

I was such a full

But in the hard Paris rain

Without a care I heard a fanfare