I'm leaving Paris once again
With my bag half packed
No turning back
My goodbye penned
I'm pressing send
How many ways can a story be told?
Truth is bought and sold
I'm leaving Paris for a third time
The future's mine
I'm sipping Chablis
You without me
Tea late at Orly
With my heart in hand
With this hurt unplanned
We're taking off now
I'm remembering your smile
The way you began
The reason escapes me why
I'm leaving Paris for a third time
The future's mine
How many ways can a story be told?
So I'm leaving Paris
I hear the sound of my feet
Down the stairs to the street
Where the taxi is waiting
And the melancholy rain
Is synchronised with the pain
And the sound of my heart
Beating in the dark
And everything that was
And everything that will be
And the rhythm of this song
Moving me along
And everything I've done
All I didn't do
And the words I never said to you
Oh, the words I never said to you
To you, to you
I'm leaving Paris