Pere Lachaise by Lost Mary

Lately, I’ve been thinking about the miles in between
And about how it seems so far
I can hear you, a whisper, a ghost in a dream
You’re the wind in the chimes on the porch
You’re the wind in the chimes on the porch
As I lay here drunk on the floor

Spring is coming, and Paris sounds nice
With the blossoms in the Pere Lachaise
And I hope you remember, me back at home
I’m just waiting to see you again
As I watch the crows fly with the wind
You wander through the Pere Lachaise

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