Cracked laminate and metro blue
Station names I once knew true
Châtelet tears at perforated seams
Bastille fades in diesel dreams
Yellow lines on terrace stone
Catch the light I've always known
Fold me once and fold me twice
Paris holds its breath in ice
Rain falls hard on Rue de Rivoli
Ink runs where the tourists flee
Driver curses at the roundabout
Map stays quiet, map stays stout
Yellow lines on terrace stone
Catch the light I've always known
Fold me once and fold me twice
Paris holds its breath in ice
Nineteen eighty-two beneath the glass
Stations gone where shadows pass
Les Halles moved to underground
New lines drawn in darker brown
Driver taps the wheel and waits
Fare drops coins on vinyl seats
Map unfolds on dashboard heat
Every crease a completed street
Montparnasse tower breaks the sky
Where old market used to lie
Map shows ghosts in dotted gray
Routes that vanished years away
Yellow lines on terrace stone
Catch the light I've always known
Fold me once and fold me twice
Paris holds its breath in ice
Terrace quiet, coffee cold
Map grows stiff and brittle old
Driver folds me one last time
Slips me in his coat to climb
Yellow lines on terrace stone
Catch the light I've always known
Fold me once and fold me twice
Paris holds its breath in ice
Yellow lines on terrace stone
Catch the light I've always known
Creases know the way home
Driver knows the way home