We'll Always Have Paris

Baby, I know you hate it when I call you that

But it's the only word that half-describes the way you're acting tonight

And at the restaurant

Where all your ghosts still haunt you just like you feared

Under this table, all these years they stayed

Waiting for your return

Your cigarette to burn their whole world through

A thousand things you thought they'd do

Everytime you call I feel worse

Throwing chairs

Stolen rings

Frozen air

And as I walked away I heard you say

"You're not the only one"

And as I watch you sleep it's hard for me

To keep from waking you

To tell you everything I did

And when I listen to you breathe I know exactly what you have always need

You wanted from me

And every time you're here it gets worse

Throwing chairs

Stolen hearts

Tasteless air

I waited all day at the cafe but you never came

But you never came

But you never came

And the hearts of the faithful who died on this table

Have left me with nothing at all to hold onto

At all to hold on

At all to hold on

But I want to hold on too

But I have got to hold on to you

Throwing chairs

Broken rings

Open air

I waited all day at the cafe but you never came