The morning air was tasting like a fresh-baked dream

The sunlight dancing on the surface of the stream

We got lost in the alleys where the painters used to hide

With the ghost of every artist standing by our side

Hand in hand through Luxembourg, where the statues watch the trees

And the secrets of the lovers are carried on the breeze.

We were blinded by the radiance, the vastness of the white

Every corner of Montmartre was a canvas made of light

We were spinning on the carousel, laughing like the young

Singing every silent song that we had never sung

Then the shadows of Notre Dame reached out to touch the ground

And the silence of the stone was the most beautiful of sounds.

Oh, we were floating through the heart of it, a city made of gold

Tracing every story that the river ever told

From the deck of a bateau, watching history drift by

Underneath the velvet blue of a soft Parisian sky

This is the rhythm, the light, the breath, the heat

A world made of wonders, and a love so complete.

This is our city now, the streets we’ve walked so many times

The rhythm of our pulses in the ringing of the chimes

Every corner holds a whisper of a day we’ve left behind

A thousand different memories that are perfectly entwined

No matter where the world might take us, we will always find our way

Back to the golden light of our Parisian day.

And then the Iron Lady stood against the fading day

We looked back one last time before we turned away

As if the world would end before we’d see her face again

Etched into our memory, through the sun and through the rain

For every road we took, through the gardens and the light

Led us back to the harbor, to the warmth of our own night.

Oh, we were floating through the heart of it, a city made of gold

Tracing every story that the river ever told

From the deck of a bateau, watching history drift by

Underneath the velvet blue of a soft Parisian sky

This is the rhythm, the light, the breath, the heat

A world made of wonders, and a love so complete.

Every street, every light...

Finally, home.

The port where we belong.