BT - Paris Lyrics
Ya mon... another day another time... set another fire...{Less than behold when I and I come to take control and cause}...Come on BT... drop the {#%@&!!}Let me come...{???} BT {?????} guarantee each and every timeNow the old folks used to say: Nothing comes before the timeBut silence is goldenBurning a million torches, all that bare your nameSo in the darkness they bring you great lightSonorous of black holes, you steal their flameSo I'm learning protectionFor my self contained lightIn a plethora of burning sunsIn the blackest of pure twilightAnd although I wish to give endlesslyI will not relinquish my sightLet us linger in our luster togetherTogether in this Parisian garden of lightSo in this perfect of hours, and in our silent of spacePray the world grows perfectly stillSurrender to our silence ...yeah...Let me comeBe still in your silenceBe silent and hopefulAgain...I'd like for youTo be still in our silenceBe golden in darknessAgain...Let me come
