Leaving Paris

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