Be My Juliette Greco, Paris 1949

The room was spinning like a pirouette
Before I blacked out like a silhouette
The details are blurry, but I’m remembering
I dreamt I was Miles and you were Juliette
Our bodies wound up like an old cassette
Hearts are pounding like two castanets
It was Paris, 1949
It was love in a better time
Before Photoshopped hips and collagen smiles
When longing meant more than a drunk dial
That’s why I’m always coming back to you
We felt solid like a dying star
That grew distant like a cosmonaut
I saw a school girl like an autumn frost
Love is absent as our parents gone
We’re still waiting like a funeral boss
We both knew that you were too far gone
It was Paris, 1949
It was love in a better time
Before Photoshopped hips and collagen smiles
When longing meant more than a drunk dial
It was Paris, 1949
It was love in a better time
Before Photoshopped hips and collagen smiles
It was Paris, 1949
It was love in a better time
Before Photoshopped hips and collagen smiles
When longing meant more than a drunk dial
That’s why I’ll always come back to you