Patrick Wolf - Paris Lyrics

It was seven in the morning when the spark began to give
The bath was spilling over my self pity spilling with it
So I
I fled the country
To start it all again
And I found myself in Paris in that cemetery rain

Dear Anna came to me and took me by the arm
Showed me old disasters embedded in the palm
Warned me of a lady with the sun behind her head
It's a granite neck
A singer who can never sing again
But you my love

You must come
Come to joy
Turn your head to the sun
It's down to you
You can shine
You can shake all that sorrow from your palm
It's down to you
If you dare to come to joy

What was it I ran from
What burnt away inside
Four hundred schoolboys and a lawyer at my side
Always running with these legs going nowhere
A ghost in the system and angel on the stairs
But oh
this time

I shall turn
Turn my head to the sun
They are marching out of me
One by one
Walking free
Oh! It's going out of
Oh! I can feel it moving
This time I'm really moving
Are you ready to come

Come to joy
Turn your head to the sun
It's down to you
You can shine
You can give it all
It's all down to you
Hold the key
In your hands
It's all in your hands

It's all in the palm of your hand
It's all in the palm of your hand
It's all in the palm of your hand
It's all in the palm of your hand
 

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