Letras
Porcelain white and coffee steam
Floating in a waking dream
The waiter smiles the papers fold
Stories that never get old
A cigarette ghost from a time untold
First sip of the morning bitter and bright
Chasing away the ghosts of the night
In the heart of Saint-Germain we stay
Watching the world begin its play
Where every moment feels just right
Bathed in the soft poetic light
Black ink on a napkin edge
A sparrow on the window ledge
The boulevard begins to hum
Watching all the world become
A little bit cooler a little more blue
First sip of the morning bitter and bright
Chasing away the ghosts of the night
In the heart of Saint-Germain we stay
Watching the world begin its play
Where every moment feels just right
Bathed in the soft poetic light