We'll Always Have Paris

Baby, I know you hate it when I call you that But it's the only word that half describes The way you're acting tonight And at the restaurant Where all your ghosts still haunt You just like, you feared under this table All these years they stayed waiting for your return Your cigarette to burn their whole world through A thousand things you thought they'd do Every time you call I feel worse Throwing chairs Stolen rings, frozen air And as I walked away I heard you say "You're not the only one" And as I watch you sleep it's hard for me To keep from waking you, to tell you everything I did And when I listen to you breathe I know exactly what you have always need You wanted from me And every time you're here it gets worse Throwing chairs Stolen hearts, tasteless air I waited all day at the cafe But you never came But you never came But you never came And the hearts of the faithful who died on this table Have left me with nothing at all to hold onto At all to hold on, at all to hold on But I want to hold on too but I have got to hold on to you Throwing chairs Broken rings, open air I waited all day at the cafe But you never came