Courrier

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

Between (Acoustic Version) - Courrier Can we ever get rid of the whats and the ifs That doubts that exist in our minds In the silence I am tricked into thinking you'll forget And I'll be stranded like a man in a mine The day between the soil and the

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For Your Sake Nearing one in the morning, nearing one, The streetlights were smoking, the streetlights were smoking like a gun In your eyes was a warning, in your eyes In your step was a splinter And every word was tinder for your fire Beneath your s

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