Lyrics

Here I am with my child on the Eiffel tower Looking down When the light disappears Paris is a frozen town Now she turns her face to the camera A photograph And the river is a diamond snake Around her head I can't see it anymore Nobody's knocking on my door And we dream that we fall with a parachute Like angles do We look at the world through the eyes of birds Feather words I can't feel it anymore Nobody's knocking on my door We land in a street where poets live Where painters died The smell in a shop Vinegar and artichoke I can't taste it anymore Somebody's knocking on my door We sleep in a night on the stones of Père Père Lachaise We look at the names of Jim Morrison And Chopin