Paris - Patrick Wolf
Turn turn your head
To the sun
It's down to you
Hold the key
In your hands
It's down to you
It was seven in the morning when the spark to give
The bath was spilling over myself pity spilling with it
So I I fled the country just to start it all again
And I found myself in Paris in the cemetery rain
Dear Anne came to me and took me by the arm
Showed me old disasters embedded in my palm
Warned me of a lady with the sun behind her head
With a granite neck she's a singer
But she can never sing again
But you my love
You must come come to joy turn your head to the sun
It's down to you you can shine
You can shake all the sorrow from your palm
It's down to you if you dare to come come come to joy joy
What was it I ran from what burnt away inside
Four hundred schoolboys a lawyer's finding by my side
Always running with these legs going nowhere
A ghost in the system and angel waiting on the stairs
But oh this time
I will turn turn my head to the sun
They are marching out of me
One by one
Walking free oh it's going out of
This time
This time
This time
Yeah I'm really moving
Now are you ready to come come to joy
Turn your head
To the sun
It's down to you
You can shine
You can just give it up
It's all down to you
Hold the key in your hands
All in the palm of your hands
It's all in the palm of your hands
All in the palm of your hands
All in the palm of your hands
