Ghosts of ParisParis, will you miss me, will you see me and her, haunting.
Close your eyes, can you hear me sigh, can you hear me and her laughing still.
Here I'll always be, here where she loved me, walking endlessly - here among the ghosts of Paris.
Paris, seems I will always be, lost and alive here in your memory of how it was, and how it used to be, and how I was only alive, when she loved me.
Here I'll always be, here where she loved me, walking endlessly, here among the ghosts of Paris, Paris, Paris.