Here’s a man   Who cannot hear a sound   His poor heart’s pumping out   He’s cold as stone      Shows enough   So you can just taste love   Then he will turn the knob   To another song      But it’s alright   He can’t fight you tonight   Paris and September’s   Got him tongue-tied   Losing sight   Of this dark lord inside   Making up all your lies   Singing his tired old rhyme   Drawing out all your time   With his lines, with his lines      Here’s a boy   That is set to destroy   These simple notes of joy   That spell defeat      Moves too fast   Through Berlin or Belfast   Because those walls don’t last   an eternity      But it’s alright   He can’t fight you tonight   Paris and September’s   Got him tongue-tied   Losing sight   Of this dark lord inside   Making up all your lies   Singing his tired old rhyme   Drawing out all your time   With his lines, with his lines      So   Just how far do you go   ‘Cause I’m alone   In California   And I’ve got time   If you’ve got one more flight   Across this divide   To California   I’m waitin’ for ya   In California      But it’s alright   He can’t fight you tonight   Paris and September’s   Got him tongue-tied   Losing sight   Of this dark lord inside   Making up all your lies   Singing this tired old rhyme   Drawing out all your time   With these lines, with these lines