Tag: Paris

Good night, jeune homme
I went on up the street looking in the windows
In those days you did not really need anything
I’ve just as much right here as you have
This was the worst thing that could happen
You need to get out more
You expected to be sad in the fall
We looked and there it all was
You can either buy clothes or buy pictures
Anything we’d do today would be fun
I’ve seen you, beauty, and you belong to me now
Gone fishin’
Gone fishin’
Do I really scare you that much
The momentary sense of having travelled back in time
He felt the world arrange itself around him
But I’m a lot tougher than you are
But there was nothing at all
His arms and legs shooting out like starbursts
He is no danger to anyone
There was a storm looming
There was still sweetness in his eyes
To me, you always look so beautiful
Almost everything could be transformed into a weapon
There is no law for him to be an outlaw from
The universe is ungoverned
It gets him out of his room for an hour, insures that he sees the sun
He can get everything back in its right place if he’s quick
He can’t seem to get it right
Friends are friendly to each other, friends help each other out
She envisioned a long corridor, off which opened many rooms – each with a friend in it
You’re the only person I can be all of myself with
His confidence seemed unwarranted
Everyone’s capable of everything
She tried to get away without being noticed
I don’t know you anymore
Every unknown word sent her to a dictionary
Gone Fishing
Gone Fishing
Whatever place we chose was our world
She hoped he’d come back to see her someday
What exactly do you think you’re doing?
The thing is, you seem to fly above it all
He turned here and there, not knowing what to do
Come on now, we’ve got things to do
You’ll understand when you meet him some time
He liked to photograph odd things
Of course they were happy to be there
There was no doubt this was a small thing
I’ve never seen nothing like that