In your room

There i was,

Lying on your window.

We were listening to Depeche mode.

There i was,

Smoking, singing:

"I'm hanging on your words

living on your breath
feeling with your skin
Will I always be here"

There i was,

Gazing upon your body, with those blonde hair of yours.

Tracing and drawing your curves with my eyes.

There we were,

Listening to Moby - Hotel.

Having my arm around your shoulder,

Sliding my face against yours.

There we were,

Body against body,

Woman on a man,

A blonde girl from paris and a Stray punk,

Even though it sucks,

Even Though it's not our style,

We were free.

There we were,

lying down on your courtyard,

There we were,

Happy, just happy.

All I want is just one more cigarette.

One more cigarette in Paris, with you.