I live in a velvet case
A small and silver-lined space
Cold metal against your skin
Waiting for the turn to begin
I am the key with no door
A heavy weight on the floor
Watching the Paris grey sky
While the pale pigeons fly by
Zinc rooftops line the whole street
Where the warm summer winds meet
I feel the shake of your hand
A secret you didn't quite plan
You hold me tight in your palm
Keeping the evening so calm
Looking at gardens of green
The prettiest sight ever seen
I am the key with no door
A heavy weight on the floor
Watching the Paris grey sky
While the pale pigeons fly by
Cut from a mold long ago
Nowhere for me left to go
Just a piece of polished gold
With a story left untold
The terrace is narrow and steep
While the tired city will sleep
You press me deep in your coat
Like a tiny golden note
I am the key with no door
A heavy weight on the floor
Watching the Paris grey sky
While the pale pigeons fly by
Just a key with no door
Nothing more, nothing more.
