She says: I love the way you see me
Like I could ever see her any other way
I write these songs instead of sleeping
Still, there's so much that I won't get a chance to say
The only time I prayed was in my bedroom
I never got the sense anybody heard me speak
It's funny how the dark can make us all believers
I bet he watches down and says: This is when they'll ask for me
Oh, I loved you in the evening
And every other second of the day
When my heart was always breaking
When you laughed all of the pieces found a place
At this point I should say, I can recall her perfume
Scenes of where we're from, and dreams, and fields
On that autumn day, those curtains see through
Paris in the background, and her swaying on the balcony