Patrick Wolf - Paris lyrics

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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