Paris Songtext
von Patrick Wolf

Turn, turn your head to the sun
It′s down to you
Hold the key in your hands
It's down to you

It was seven in the morning
When I lost the spark to give
The bath was spilling over
My self-pity spilling with it
So I, I fled the country
Just to start it all again
And I found myself in Paris
In the cemetery rain

Hey, hey, ho
Hey, ho


Diana came to me
And took me by the arm
Showed me old disasters
Embedded in my palm
Warned me of a lady
With the sun behind her head
With a granite neck
She′s a singer
But she can never sing again

But you, my love
You must come, come to joy

Turn your head to the sun
It's down to you
You can shine
You can shake all that sorrow from your palm
Whoa, it's down to you
If you dare to come, come, come to joy
Joy
Hey

What was it I ran from?
What burnt away inside?
Four hundred schoolboys
And lawyers fighting by my side
Always running
With these legs going nowhere
A ghost in the system
An angel waiting on the stairs


But oh, this time
I will turn, turn my head to the sun
Yeah, they′re marching out of me
One by one
Walking free now
It′s going out, oh
This time
This time
This time, yeah
I'm really moving

Now are you ready to come, come to joy?

Turn your head to the sun
It′s down to you
You can shine
You can just give it up
It's all down to you
Hold the key in your hands
And all in the palm of your hands

We go
See you in the dark
See you in the light
See you in the dark
See you in the light
It′s all in the palm of your hands
It's all in the palm of your hands
All in the palm of your hands