Cathedrals of Color

I moved to Paris in need of a home I lived between the Autumn leaves and the cigarette smoke I cut my losses in London and Rome I moved to Paris in need of some hope Rows of red roses, within Eiffel's reach Every spring a victory, every winter defeat

I remember when we dreamt in motion We were children singing vinyl dreams I remember when our souls projected on silver screens We'd lie awake and hear the chimneys breathing Heard the prayers of those highway choirs Every night turned into years for

Words drew blood on the tip of your poison tongue get in the car and run from the tip of your tongue You and I know I don't have an antidote as loud as Love Tell me son, where did you go Bury your head in the snow Tell me son, what did you gain And w