Track Insight / Lyrics
Whispers low of foreign tongues,
Art nouveau in a neon jungle.
Steeped in soil where secrets bloom,
A nocturnal wanderer under the moon.
Streets alive with unknown breezes,
An ESL poet in the city's whispers.
Velvet shadows, a Parisian stage,
Where I'm an extra in a bustling cage.
Lost in Latin names and lovesick sighs,
My French romance with the moonlit city.
Neon puddles, city streets alive,
Whispers of the night, I come alive.
Drowned in flecks of urban gold,
Where darkness is as warm as a lover's hold.
Washed in darkness, the Eiffel's tall,
L'Arc de Triomphe, the Seine's gentle call.
In Montmartre, tales of love and art,
With the stars as my witness, my heart.
Velvet shadows, a Parisian stage,
Where I'm an extra in a bustling cage.
Lost in Latin names and lovesick sighs,
My French romance with the moonlit city.
Neon puddles, city streets alive,
Whispers of the night, I come alive.
Drowned in flecks of urban gold,
Where darkness is as warm as a lover's hold.
Alone, yet less so, in this urban space,
A foreign soul, yet at ease with the pace.
In the silence of midnight's urban heart,
I find my love for a city that sets me apart.
Neon puddles, city streets alive,
Whispers of the night, I come alive.
Drowned in flecks of urban gold,
Where darkness is as warm as a lover's hold.
In the end, it's not the language I speak,
But the poetry of Paris, my heart does seek.
Neon luring me to the city's secret core,
Where the night whispers tales, and I forever adore.
