Paris

I haven't seen you for a month or so
Young love is like finding buried gold
We meet in Paris
Fly straight through the night
My heart feels just like new sunglasses in the taxi ride

I remember who we are
When we're being young and dumb
Paris feels like falling back in love
Back in love

Now we're walking
Talking hand in hand
Nervous at the bakery, not speaking French
And she is smiling
She is beautiful
And I feel 16, while we, we are making love
Oh yeah

I remember who we are
When we're being young and dumb
Paris feels like falling back in love

Falling back in love, mmm yeah
I haven't seen her for a month or so
Young love feels like buried gold