August In Paris - SAGE
Written by：Ambroise Willaume
The middle of August in Paris
No one's in town except the tourists
The perfect time to go out for a walk
Don't even need to talk
The streets are hot the air is heavy
Those people making me feel lonely
I'm looking for a secret alley
No one has ever seen
A stranger's head behind a window
A scary look that hides a weirdo
I'm pretty sure that he's staring at me
But no one else can see
Summer nights what should I do
It's cold and it's warm white and blue
Summer nights is it true
Temperature rising minds out of tune
I keep on walking in the city
This one bedroom flat seems empty
A little later there's a party
Now an old symphony
Someone is digging underground there
To understand what's happening in your head
But who you really are is a thing
No one should ever see
Summer nights what should I do
It's cold and it's warm white and blue
Summer nights is it true
Temperature rising minds out of tune
Summer nights what should I do
It's cold and it's warm white and blue
Summer nights what should I do
It's cold and it's warm white and blue
Summer nights is it true
Temperature rising minds out of tune
