Walking With Satie

Tracing back my steps in time

All I do is think about you Charlotte

And the love is left behind

I first saw Paris in Soho when I was thirteen

Sitting on a coffin drinking coffee

I wore black on black with negative feelings

I often go to Paris to live yesterday tomorrow

Because Paris is a place of dreams

Francoise Hardy, tous les garcons et les filles

Juliette Greco, Jeanne Moreau and Catherine Deneuve

And I'm walking with Eric Satie

Along the boulevards of Paris in the springtime

Un orchestre d'oiseaux, every so often breaks

This map of feelings

Drifting through these landscapes of love

Watching strays from Pere Lacheise

Can you hear the cats purr?

Can you hear the master?

Stone against their velvet fur

Girls who travel the metro

Stroking white mice they carry in their pockets

Lost in a day dream

Daydreaming to be loved by someone

Hurtling myself down into the metro

A train of Latin and African percussion

Turns my day into night

The rhythm of life

The constant arguments between lovers

He wants to listen to the news

She wants to listen to the music