A Waltz for Paris - Nils Patrik Johansson

As I sit by myself at this smokey old bar

My thoughts gather up and I gaze at the stars

History tells what this city has seen

In thousands of movies, you’ve been on the screen

Well, well, on my french holiday

The Eagles of Death Metal, they were playing Le Bataclan

The music was loud but this evening was damned

Insanity and chaos, a crack in the wall

A study of violence, humanities fall

I sing my song for you

A waltz for Paris

Your soul is ready to fly

A waltz for Paris

At the end of the day

The spirit will never die

Well, you’ve had to face both pleasure and pain

Rebellion and losses and blood spilled in vain

And time will foretell 'bout the future to come

And what have we learned of this damage done?

On my way from my french holiday

The german tanks came rolling, no one could believe their eyes

The world was at stake in the war of our times

But nothing has really changed, still we stand here on the edge

But Paris, oh Paris, your beauty is clear

So live on without fear

A waltz for Paris

Your soul is ready to fly

A waltz for Paris

At the end of the day

Your spirit won’t die

A waltz for Paris

Your soul is ready to fly

A waltz for Paris

At the end of the day

The spirit will never die

As I sit by myself at this smokey old bar

My thoughts gather up and I gaze at the stars

History tells what this city has seen

In thousand of movies, you’ve been on the screen

Well, well, on my last holiday

I sing a waltz for Paris

Your soul is ready to fly

A waltz for Paris

At the end of the day

Your spirit won’t die

A waltz for Paris

Your soul is ready to fly

A waltz for Paris

At the end of the day

The spirit will never die