Lyrics:
The Shadows Of Paris

but seemed always to know what I mean Marie, Marie Flore came to hear me that night when I sang for the people of Arles She stood back in the shadows

stand on your street And I stare at your room And the shadows play and move And your brother comes out with a bat Saying that You might be with your sister in Paris

Call me Up You came to me- a shadow in the Night a Love Connection hiding from the Light In Darkness here again-true Agents of the Wind Conspiracy is

I wish I was on that train I wish I was on that train with you Trains, there's something about a train That always makes me think of you On the Peking to Paris

a treat? Hob-nobbin' here Among the elite? Here comes a prince There goes a Jew. This one's a queer But what can you do? Paris at my feet Paris in the

saw Paris in flames The lower east side is a jukebox Playing the deadman's crescendo The needle is a vector An intersection that we all must cross A dimly lit hallway where shadows

I remember it as plain as day Although it happened in the dark of the night I was strolling through the streets of Paris And it was cold it was starting

your radio's for You wanna call it a day Crawl away and die, so do I There's a place you sometimes go When you can't face your own shadow They've got

In the vapours of opium In a smoky Paris salon Like a black-and-white photo It's a kind of deja vu Dancing girls Their faces veiled Naked bellies Empty