{ allegro assai }
Was a gift from one city to another. A city / Tells me I should never disparage / Going café to cabaret thinking how I’ll feel when I find / Y a pas de soleil sous la terre / From L.A. to Paris, I’m getting these weird stares
{ andante }
All the while you loaned your nights to me
We are dancing a black waltz
We dance by empty carousels
{ allegro }
You are now watching the throne, don’t let me into my zone
Don’t let me into my zone (I’m definitely in my zone)
but it is good to be several floors up in the dead of night
and I decided that Russia was too far away
