You step across the slate and stone
A quiet world you call your own
The ink is dry on every page
A tiny bird within a cage
You are the king of paper skies
With amber light inside your eyes
High above the street below
Where the summer breezes blow
You watch the copper domes turn red
While sleepy poets go to bed
You track a moth by silver wing
And hear the distant bells all ring
You are the king of paper skies
With amber light inside your eyes
High above the street below
Where the summer breezes blow
A scent of yeast and roasted bean
The cleanest air you've ever seen
You brush your fur against the wall
And wait for autumn leaves to fall
You are the king of paper skies
With amber light inside your eyes
High above the street below
Where the summer breezes blow
You find a spot of yellow glare
And breathe the heavy evening air
The bookstore door is locked and tight
You own the magic of the night
The moon is like a salted coin
Where the dark and purple join
No heavy storms or crashing seas
Just the humming of the bees
You curl your tail around your paw
The finest view you ever saw
The zinc is warm beneath your chest
A perfect place for you to rest
You are the king of paper skies
With amber light inside your eyes
High above the street below
Where the summer breezes blow
Golden haze and velvet blue
Paris is a home for you
Home for you
